The nights were not made for crowds, and they sever You from your neighbour, and you shall never Seek him, defiantly, at night. But if you make your dark house light, To look on strangers in your room, You must reflect -- on whom. False lights that on men's faces play Distort them gruesomely. You look upon a disarray, A world that seems to reel and sway, A waving, glittering sea. On foreheads gleams a yellow shine, Where thoughts are chased away, Their glances flicker mad from wine, And to the words they say Strange heavy gestures make reply That struggle in the buzzing room; And they say always "I" and "I," And mean--they know not whom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |