“The silent moon is rising…” by Jones Very

by Ann Neilson

“All is hushed and still”—which better words are there to describe Jones Very’s piece than this calming sentence derived from his own poem, “The silent moon is rising…” Although simplistic, minimal, and to the point, Jones’ poem provides enough staging to create a vivid Winter evening. He, at first, showcases scenery of quiet snow resting by a “silent river;” however, he next describes busy, bustling workers turning homeward from their work day. And thus, with the removal of society, and supplemented by such imagery as, again, “The silent [river] flowing,” the reader is returned to a snowy world lain in a hushed state.

Because of its simplicity, it is in my opinion that this poem provides enough barebone context to allow any reader the ability to further flesh out the tiny narrative. He reminds me of Robert Frost in this way. What do you think? Am I giving him too much credit? Feel free to comment below.

“The silent moon is rising…”
The silent moon is rising
O’er the hills of purest snow,
The silent river’s flowing
In its deep bed below.

The bustle too is dying,
Around the noisy mill;
The workmen home are hying,
All is hushed and still.

(From Jones Very: The Effective Years, 1833-1840 by Edwin Gittleman, pg. 34.)