That Dusky Eve Poem by Valsa George
That Dusky Eve
When rain had gone and dusk had fallen,
When birds had roosted and their chirping stilled,
When sky had cleared and the lone clouds trailed,
You held me close and whispered in my ear.
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
With passion sweet, you did chant,
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part,
On this dimpled cheek, a kiss I plant,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We together shall weave the garb of life”.
Words that served as balm to the soul!
Still they echo, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveller returns’,
To be wooed by a thousand glimmering dames,
Who peep down from Heaven’s insurmountable heights.
My life has mouldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into deaths secret hide?
Why left me to languish in Love’s solitary bower?
Seasons roll and years glide,
‘At my back I always hear,
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near’.
Youth has withered and memory fails,
But in my mind is etched deep,
That beautiful dusk, we rambled free,
When the rain had gone and dusk had fallen,
When the sky had cleared and lone clouds trailed.
Along the winding paths we roamed,
Two hearts musing a single lay.
Down the alleys, betwixt moss grown walls,
With hopes galore and dreams anew,
On we walked to the edge of the world,
A pair of dots merging in infinite space.
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
A well-rhymed, meticulously written song of a poem of infectious nostalgia. Great work. And welcome back. We missed you for a while. (10)
Glad you liked one of my favourite poems.... Somehow I feel a little exhausted of poetry. Now my interest is shifted to painting! I cannot entertain more than one passion at a time.... So taking another break from poem hunter!
Oh! I thought it said “That Dusky Eye”. Then I enlarged the text, and I see “Eve”. Are we talking about the “first woman”? ? I heard that white skin really came later. ================================== “bourn”? Definition of bourn 1. : stream, brook Or is it “boum”? ? boum nm bang nf vieilli party Translation French - English Collins Dictionary See also: bouc, boue, boulimie, bout Collaborative Dictionary French-English boum n. bang; party boum nf. party *** 'boum' also found in translations in English-French dictionary 1988, the peak of the 1980s boom exp. 1988, point culminant du boum des années 80 in full swing adj. en plein boum [[PARDON MY FRENCH! ]] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “glimmering dames” ……….well, NOW I have some reason to try to get to Heaven! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “a single lay”? we aren’t talking sex****, are we? ? Here are definitions I found online for “lay” as a noun. As a verb, there were even more definitions! Language! ! Definition of lay 1. 1: covert, lair 2. 2: something (as a layer) that lies or is laid (see 1lay) 3. 3 a: line of action: plan b: line of work: occupation 4. 4 a: terms of sale or employment: price b: share of profit (as on a whaling voyage) paid in lieu of wages 5. 5 a: the amount of advance of any point in a rope strand for one turn b: the nature of a fiber rope as determined by the amount of twist, the angle of the strands, and the angle of the threads in the strands 6. 6: the way in which a thing lies or is laid in relation to something else [the lay of the land] 7. 7: the state of one that lays eggs [hens coming into lay] 8. ****8 a usually vulgar: a partner in sexual intercourse b usually vulgar: sexual intercourse [[did YOU know that? ]] A beautiful poem, as much as it pains me to say so. It is a bit too much like a ‘love poem’ for my particular taste. BUT, it is a GOOD one. Bri :) nicely done; not sure if there are any typos : ( so now you have comments from 2013,2014,2015, AND 2016!
Tears came readily to my eyes reading your beautiful poem. The poem fills a lifetime of memories. A wonderful poem dear Valsa. Thank you for commenting on my poem.
Life is a journey and we all collect some memories to cherish while relaxing and this poem is nicely done to recall those gone by moments. I enjoyed it.10+++
When rain is gone and sky gets clear, When night turns deeper and silence creeps, I transverse back to that dusky eve, To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish! - - - - - A poignantly beautiful write..Wow- -how we cherish those lovely moments when love speaks and nature affirms ! ! ! !
The vow, the life, the parting and the memories are beautifully poetised in fascinating words
The memories of the past in a dusty evening has been astutely and hauntingly inscribe here. It was a moment that rain had gone and dusk had fallen, birds had roosted and their chirping stilled, sky had cleared and the lone clouds trailed when she held him close and whispered in his ear. The last stanza is much impressive. A beautiful poem shard amazingly.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow- - - Your pen has such magical powers- -The dusk, the night and sadness came out with such beauty in this poem.Thanks for sharing.Goes to my favorite list.
This has been one of my earliest and much loved poems (by me only) Thank you Bharati for picking it up and for the lovely Comment!