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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWILIGHT SYMPHONY, by LESLIE ANDERSON First Line: The day burned crimson with a fever of delight Last Line: Up to his ebony throne. Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight | |||
The day burned crimson with a fever of delight Until the weary sun Slipped quietly to rest; Day sighed, and breathed across the stippled sky A hushed rhapsody Of purple couched notes -- Dusk heard, and padded in on somber feet. I caught the panoramic loveliness Of man towers silhouetted hazily Against a myriad-tinted sky. Lights blinked -- first here -- then there As Dark began to mount The weary, weary steps Up to his ebony throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE |
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