
The poem explores a deep-seated aversion to the Moon, contrasting its perceived beauty and joyfulness with a personal sense of dread and madness. The speaker expresses a strong dislike for the Moon's brightness, which they find cruel and unsettling. This aversion is intensified by the belief that the Moon has a malevolent influence on people, driving them to madness. The speaker prefers the stars, finding solace in their presence, particularly in constellations like the Big Bear and a star resembling a diamond ring. The Moon's "stupid face" and its "horrible stony stare" evoke feelings of fear and discomfort, suggesting that the speaker associates it with a looming threat. The imagery conveys a sense of isolation and a distorted perception of the world under the Moon's light, which transforms the environment into something unrecognizable and frightening. The poem captures a struggle between the beauty that others see in the Moon and the speaker's personal turmoil. The Moon symbolizes a force that disrupts the speaker's peace, leading to a foreboding sense that it will eventually cause them harm. This internal conflict highlights themes of madness, fear, and the subjective nature of beauty, ultimately presenting the Moon as a powerful, ominous presence in the speaker's life.
By Robert Graves · First published 1945 · Genre: Poetry, Lyric, Nature · 183 words
(_After a moonlight patrol near the Brickstacks_)
I hate the Moon, though it makes most people glad, / And they giggle and talk of silvery beams -- you know! / But _she_ says the look of the Moon drives people mad, / And that's the thing that always frightens me so.
I hate it worst when it's cruel and round and bright, / And you can't make out the marks on its stupid face, / Except when you shut your eyelashes, and all night / The sky looks green, and the world's a horrible place.
I like the stars, and especially the Big Bear / And the W star, and one like a diamond ring, / But I _hate_ the Moon and its horrible stony stare, / And I know one day it'll do me some dreadful thing.
I Hate the Moon is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Graves, dated 1945 CE.
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moon · hate · fear · night · darkness · madness · nature · emotions · stars · anxiety · loneliness · imagery