Sunday, February 12, 2006

What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said

The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.

The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.

Poem by
Vachel Lindsay

1 comment:

Larry Stevens said...

Thanks for remembering Springfield's patron saint of poetry. I just read (and translated) the poem to my 5-year-old daughter. She now knows what a gong and a fay are.

She loves your howling wolf, also.