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Chard deNiord: To the Luna Moth
“Out of nowhere, which is every-
where, I sang to you with a tongue
in the form of a leaf as you fell
asleep: ‘My love, my beauty,
my changeling, the sky
is your chrysalis; so lie
inside its blue long enough
to feel the ribs of your wings
begin to grow, then grow some
more until they’re long enough
to form a thin prehensile frame
for the delicate veil that spans
their arc with a fabric that seems
too frail at first to lift you up
but does somehow, infused
as it is with a tensile strength
that forms in a dream inside
the dark in which you fly
and land, land and fly among
the leaves where you were born
a worm and then transformed
to a miracle that flies
on waking a second time,
as if waking were the dream
and the dream the world.’”
Copyright 2022 Chard deNiord
Chard deNiord’s many books include In My Unknowing (Pitt, 2020). He lives in Westminster West, Vermont with his wife, Liz.
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Simply beautiful, with diaphanous beauty and then more and more shiny. Moon-butterfly, double dream.,
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I agree, Marina. Thank you.
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As I sit (briefly until it gets too hot) on the deck, this poem brings forth my children and then my grandchildren and my pup, Tashi looks up from her nap at my long sigh.
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I get more and more each time I read this poem.
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Beautiful song to the luna moth that looks surreally beautiful.
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Thanks, John. Yes, I love this poem.
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Beautiful, like a dream you can touch.
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I like that description of the poem, Matthew. Thank you.
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Gorgeous poem!
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