The far side, also referred to as the dark side, has always presented a problem because of lack of communications capability. The Chinese appear to now have conquered the communications problem and it looks like the "space race" is on again.
Those of you who lived through the 1970s--tell me you don't have Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon album [CD ROCK PIN] running through your head! To learn more about the dark side of the moon, click here. What's really exciting is we now have close-up photos!
I suppose writers will now start writing poems about the far side. Until then, here's an Emily Dickinson poem about what she was able to "see" of the side facing us:
The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.
Found in Poetry for Young People: Emily Dickinson [J 811 DIC]. I'll save you the trouble of looking up "dimity": it is cotton fabric with woven stripes or squares.
Join Sylvia at Poetry for Children for the first Poetry Friday Round-Up of 2019--she'd love for you to stop by!