The moon is full tonight, and I'm thinking of my Mother.
Here's a snippet of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Song of Hiawatha that my dear Mother read to me at bedtime at a very tender age. The poem's imagery and rhythm helped inspire in me a curiosity for language and a love of poetry that has lingered with me into adulthood:
[H.W. Longfellow, The Song of Hiawatha, Part III]By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
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