Quiet Night Poem by anais vionet
Quiet Night
How well I know this place
with its multicolored, sloping gardens,
it's glittering, fountained pools
but it's beauty is fleeced by repetition
Loneliness tests the resolution of the young
with our howling appetite to experience
and be shaped by exposures.
Like the gleaming barrel of a gun,
the clock points at nothing
and the crimson sunset leads
to another empty, quiet night.
Quiet night and isolation all adding to menace. Try out new things, creativity will bloom. In these dark moment.
I like the poem. In particular that is a powerful closing stanza. In the first stanza, it would be " its" twice without the apostrophe. The pools belong to the garden and beauty is a property of the garden, so these are the possessive case and the possessive pronouns never take an apostrophe: its, his, hers, ours, yours, etc.
Great poem, Isolation is hard on everyone, But we will persevere +10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Like the gleaming barrel of a gun, the clock points at nothing and the crimson sunset leads to another empty, quiet night. empty quite night. your expressions make me think.. thank you dear poetess. tony