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The New Moon
by Sara Teasdale
DAY, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole—
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas—
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and grey as stone—
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole—
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas—
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and grey as stone—
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
- Go outside and, if it's not too cloudy, observe the new moon, then come inside and write for six minutes.
- Read the poem again. What 'gift', if any, have you 'wrested' from the day? Write about it.
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