Poem-A-Day: Lunar Paraphrase by Wallace Stevens

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Lunar Paraphrase  by Wallace Stevens   The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. When, at the wearier end of November, Her old light moves along the branches, Feebly, slowly, depending upon them; When the body of Jesus hangs in a pallor, Humanly near, and the figure of Mary, Touched on by hoar-frost, shrinks in a shelter Made by the leaves, that have rotted and fallen; When over the houses, a golden illusion Brings back an earlier season of quiet And quieting dreams in the sleepers in darkness- The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. Today's poem is in the public domain. Poetry by Stevens The Collected Poems November 25, 2012 Born in Reading, Pennsylvania in 1879, Wallace Stevens was both a major American poet as well as the vice president of Hartford Accident and Indemnity Co. Also by Stevens The Emperor of Ice-Cream Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour Sunday Morning Poem-A-Day started as a National Poetry Month program in 2006, delivering daily poems from newly-published poetry titles.   Due to popular demand, Poem-A-Day became a year-round program in 2010, featuring original, never-before-published poems by contemporary poets on weekdays, and classic poems on weekends.   Browse the Poem-A-Day archive for selections since 2010.  Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem In Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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