from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
It was just 15th Street
till liquid copper
spilled
from roofs
ran
down scroll and scallop
blessed
the window glass and sills
and flooded
blacktop, tires, feet.
Then darkness came as usual
to 15th Street.
Stunning image, Glen. Such a clever way to put across the transformation, the momentary beauty. Great poem.
wow! thank you, laurie. this is a poem i first drafted when i was nineteen or twenty but didn't finish until maybe five years ago. sometimes they take a while; i'm guessing you have this experience as well. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The comparison of twilight to liquid copper slowly flooding the surroundings and then dying out, paving way to darkness is so beautiful here!
thank you, valsa. i thought you'd like it as i did your haiku about sunset. sunrise and sunset, with their long shadows, are my favorite times of day. -glen