The night, glorious, unbending,
Takes and gives nothing away
The night, silent, refuses the alms offered by day
Day, loquacious, has questions and answers
But the night doesn't even ponder
Looks far ahead, yonder
Night silently turns away.
Day is curious about these silences
That stretch into infinity: silences that stretch
Until the pale dawn arises
Silences that from ages past and ages to come
Are the very inscrutable embodiment
Of what the night has become.
I think you have good balance in this poem and great feeling is shown Thankyou Rani for another lovely piece Chris x 10
day and night...two different faces of the love life...one demanding, the other careless...in between a number of 'dawns arises'...notice the word there- pale... A beautiful poetic analogy on present day family life...your poems always tell a lot more when read in between the lines, Rani 10/10
hey Rani, You have glorified the night and silenced the day Whatever--nice write keep sharing
Day brings light night its romantic life Both part of nature one beter than other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is a bias here Rani, humans need both day and night.. why dawn pale? , is it not pleasant, how elegant the sun rise..night can be silent and conceal its secrets... but imagine a world without a word......