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Cradle-Song At Twilight

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The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly holds him to her breast
That throbs with flight.

He plays with her, and will not sleep.
For other playfellows she sighs;
An unmaternal fondness keep
Her alien eyes.
Suryendu Chaudhury 25 October 2020
A beautiful imagery encased in equally beautiful lines.
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Bill Cantrell 11 December 2019
A truly great poem! its amazing to me that it does not rank higher..especially compared to today’s so called poetry
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Edward Kofi Louis 11 December 2019
Twilight! ! He plays with her. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Mahtab Bangalee 11 December 2019
the nurse bears up the child of cradle with motherly care at the awaken candle of twilight!
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Kingsley Egbukole 11 December 2019
Too young a nurse but with the responsibility of a mother. Lovely.
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