The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931) · 1914

short measure · 20 lines · from The Congo and Other Poems

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.He bites it, day by day,Until there's but a rim of scrapsThat crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.He kneads clouds in his den,And bakes a crisp new moon that... greedyNorth... Wind... eats... again!

The moon's a cottage with a door.Some folks can see it plain.Look, you may catch a glint of light,A sparkle through the pane,Showing the place is brighter stillWithin, though bright without.There, at a cosy open fireStrange babes are grouped about.The children of the wind and tide--The urchins of the sky,Drying their wings from storms and thingsSo they again can fly.

Words in this poem

cooky n.
A small, flat, sweetened cake of various kinds. [Cf. D. koek cake, dim. koekje; akin to G. kuchen, E. cake; or cf. OE. coket, prob., a sort of cake, and prob. of French origin.]
folks n.
In Anglo-Saxon times, the people of a group of townships or villages; a community; a tribe. [AS. folc; akin to D. volk, OS. & OHG. folk, G. volk, Icel. f, Sw. & Dan. folk, Lith. pulkas crowd, and perh. to E. follow.]
glint n.
A glimpse, glance, or gleam. [OE. glent.]
pane n.
The narrow edge of a hammer head. See Peen. [F. panne.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Congo, and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #1021; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky is 20 lines in 3 stanzas. The metre is short measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.8 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 25% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A cooky · dayA · scraps · awayA
  2. 2 -A-A baker · denA · greedy · againA
  3. 3 -A-A-B-B-C-C door · plainA · light · paneA · still · withoutB · fire · aboutB · tide · skyC · things · flyC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against short measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.7·····/˘
He bites it, day by day,6······
Until there's but a rim of scraps8········
That crumble all away.6·/˘·˘/
The South Wind is a baker.7·····/˘
He kneads clouds in his den,6······
And bakes a crisp new moon that... greedy9·······/˘
North... Wind... eats... again!5···˘/
The moon's a cottage with a door.8···/˘···
Some folks can see it plain.6······
Look, you may catch a glint of light,8········
A sparkle through the pane,6·/˘···
Showing the place is brighter still7/˘···/·
Within, though bright without.6······
There, at a cosy open fire8···/˘/˘/
Strange babes are grouped about.6······
The children of the wind and tide--8·/˘·····
The urchins of the sky,6·/˘···
Drying their wings from storms and things8/˘······
So they again can fly.6··˘/··

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