Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE END, by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD First Line: The day is passing Last Line: But what matters? Subject(s): Love; Night; Bedtime | ||||||||
The day is passing. Long purple shadows, Stretch jagged fingers Across my pathway. The gnarled oaks, Heave and moan, Making the darkness a fearful place. But what matters? I hear your footsteps On the flagged walk. Your tiny heels clicking In a measured tempo, Like the pulsating rhythm of castanets. I stand in silence, But my heart sings a melody of happiness And lo! you come. Breaking the silence with a gentle song, Ah yesa song as old as heaven Yet as new as the last beat of my heart. My arms lock round you In a warm embrace, And kisses, numerous as the stars Fall hungrily upon your lips. You speak not, neither do you stir. Only the rustle of your silken robe Mocks the beating of my heart. Again 'tis silent The purple shadows turn to black. But what matters? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK |
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