Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MINUTE OF SILENCE, by PHILIPPE SOUPAULT First Line: I abandon this too powerful repose Last Line: The clouds kiss in a swoop. Subject(s): Abandonment; Dadaism; Night; Silence; Sleep; Desertion; Bedtime | ||||||||
I abandon this too powerful repose and I run breathless to the swarming of flies The prophesying of evil days and of lean twilights and of enduring moments leads always to this thoroughfare crammed with clouds and cries They play fine airs that soon are but the chorus and it's the night coming with its paste jewels the stars Is it time to close one's eyes It's the hour of bell-chimes the hither and yon of faces and electric lights I do not have to be alone to believe in free will in candour in courage All I need is a whiff of tobacco or a gesture heavy as a bunch of grapes The smell of murder prowls of necessity But evening waits blue as a bird But night is within reach of my hand But a window opens in a swoop there is a cry a glance one can divine a glance flesh-warm and the long call of the motionless trees all that sleeps in immobility in the perpetual concession of true silence and that sincerer silence of a darkened peak the clouds kiss in a swoop. | 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 |
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