Share this postPatti SmithThe Moon and the Yew TreeCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreThe Moon and the Yew TreeSuper moon, superlative poetPatti SmithAug 31, 2023412Share this postPatti SmithThe Moon and the Yew TreeCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore10118ShareArticle voiceover1×0:00-2:46Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade.The poet Sylvia PlathThe super blue moon over Leeds, YorkshirePatti Smith is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.SubscribePreviousNext
I could not do this poem justice but read it anyway. If only to place it in the night’s consciousness.
Hearing this poem makes me think of Sinead O'Connor, would she feel it was written in her soul?
"Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence. "