Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
Twilight - Poem by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
Electric moons glow
On long bent stalks
The telegraph wires hum
In gentle unseen hands;
Circular amber clock faces
Brighten like magic above the crowd,
And a cool calm alights
On the parched slabs of pavement.
Beneath the fluttery, beguiling net
The misty park grows quiet,
And with a smile, evening kisses
The eyes of passing courtesans.
With the soft sounds of a clavier -
The faraway day murmurs...
O twilight! Mercy of the world
Dawn once again upon me!
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