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Roman festival of Luna, goddess of the full moon whose temple on the Aventine hill was the focus of worship on this day.

The Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick


To the Moon — Percy Bysshe Shelley


Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, —
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
      That gazes on thee till in thee it pities …
The Moon is distant from the Sea – Emily Dickinson
The Moon is distant from the Sea –

And yet, with Amber Hands –
She leads Him – docile as a Boy –
Along appointed Sands –

He never misses a Degree –
Obedient to Her eye –
He comes just so far – toward the Town –
Just so far – goes away –

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand –
And mine – the distant Sea –
Obedient to the least command
Thine eye impose on me –


The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being

– Rumi


The Freedom Of The Moon – Robert Frost

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.


Moon Compasses — Robert Frost
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between two downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers;
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face…________________________
“We have a mocking bird in our neighborhood and it’s so full of that ecstatic life, that it squawks and trills and sings all night. It’s amazing how much energy is coming out of that one little being. It’s like instead of a black hole this a white light of sound and energy. ‘I’m partying tonight, you guys! All you other birds, where the hell are you?! It’s a full moon, the air is soft; I’ve been waiting all winter for this! I’m audacious. Try to find me! I’m audacious!’ ” — T.S.