The fist of dusk I saw
Yet it is red
As the dusk ever
Has been.
Waters flow twilight
Giggling slow
And hushed by ancient
Bastions.
Round about
The towns and cities stretch
Silent
And rueful.
Well presented with good word pictures... like the fist of dusk. well done.. Miken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is the landscape of Night and its stillness is welcome in a world like ours with the perfervid activity of the daytime. I like the stetching out of things in this poem as if stretching is also a dissolution, the hard edges of things soften, silence replaces sounds. It's consoling to to see how thoroughly you have made the world harmless at night. You have not permitted any of the dark beings in some of your poems to enter this one, so the natural goodness of things prevails. I may be overstating the serenity of this poem, but that just shows my appreciation is motivated by a desire for a truly still, undisturbed landscape. How about you? What do you feel when you're INSIDE this peaceful world yu've created?