Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REVERIE AT TWILIGHT, by ROYALL HENDERSON SNOW First Line: The past is shadowy with mist Last Line: And the night is frosted delicately with grief. Subject(s): Evening; Grief; Sunset; Twilight; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
The past is shadowy with mist And mellowed recollections fade; Memories may hauntingly persist As candles in the dusk, only to gutter out Finished as a melody that's played And the last chord echoed out... Echoed out till only hollow emptiness is left about! Vivid sunlight and crimson ivy leaf In a flood of scarlet on gray stone chapel walls: With a gust of autumn wind the ivy falls And the dusk is frosted delicately with grief. And there are old desires like cold fires dying, The embers fade, no man remembers... In spring the moon-drenched wind goes sighing Past the lilac-scented trysting places Emptied of the old lovers, lo, these many years, The air is heavy with the sadness of forgotten faces And the wind seems moist with tears. And then the sounds of laughter come And a murmuring of words. Arm in arm two lovers pass: A moment of tinkling laughter, emptiness afterwards, Save for the idle shadows on the grass And the unseen ghosts that are dumb. Who can speak the names that chime Like the echos of a bell Recurring from an ancient time To break the wizard years' slow spell? What magic bring to these mellow places The long-forgotten faces? The heavy wind goes weeping Off to distant skies And the dark comes slowly creeping Around each deserted nest, Each colored autumn leaf. The twilight dies As unseen ghosts stir in a long unrest, And the night is frosted delicately with grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS AN OLD OLD STORY by ROYALL HENDERSON SNOW |
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