Child Moon

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967) · 1916

free verse · 10 lines · from Chicago Poems

The child's wonderAt the old moonComes back nightly.She points her fingerTo the far silent yellow thingShining through the branchesFiltering on the leaves a golden sand,Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"And in her bed fading to sleepWith babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

Words in this poem

nightly a.
Of or pertaining to the night, or to every night; happening or done by night, or every night; as, nightly shades; he kept nightly vigils.
fading n.
An Irish dance; also, the burden of a song.

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

About this text

Child Moon is in the public domain. This text is taken from Chicago Poems, Wikisource; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Carl Sandburg, Child Moon, in Chicago Poems (1916), text of Wikisource, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/sandburg-chicago-poems/child-moon.html, id L28964.

Form and metre

Child Moon is 10 lines in a single stanza.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

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-- wonder · moonA · nightly · finger · thing · branches · sand · moonA · sleep · mouth
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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The child's wonder4··/˘
At the old moon4····
Comes back nightly.4··/˘
She points her finger5···/˘
To the far silent yellow thing8···/˘/˘·
Shining through the branches6/˘··/˘
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,10/˘˘····/˘·
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"10/˘··/˘····
And in her bed fading to sleep8····/˘··
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.12·/˘˘·····/˘·

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