The Night Is Black My Friend Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
The Night Is Black My Friend
And once again, I linger.
Dark is the night
in Southern lands
but finding it, unerringly
is what the gods decreed
will be unalienable, just for me
a right that sprang from lust
and fleeting pheromones,
I brought him, Mr. Wilkinson
the only one to trust,
he smiles upon achieving it,
a work of art so plain
that it is overlooked by most
perhaps without tradition
from pasts when one denied
one's own desires in the heat
of dull and hopeless nights.
Uh, uh still rings so true
and when it comes, this special day
my very last, I shall demand
the answer from the vicar or the Pope,
I need to know before I go, indeed
if God has given either even one small taste.
Sounds like an interesting (almost mystical) night. I'm not sure I get what you're searching for. But, I love the mood of this poem........very nice Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
I like all three Herbert..this the most. The last four lines were my favorite. it came together very nicely ;)
i particularly liked '...what the gods decreed will be unalienable, just for me a right that sprang from lust and fleeting pheromones, ' as well as the mighty way in which the poem concludes. another poem of yours i've enjoyed, Herbert.
I saw 'black' in the title so I just had to stop and pay a visit! AND it wasn't what I read BUT what I disvovered that really intrigued me! I too miss those nights. However, I doubt if the Pope could assist my yearning for explanation OR desires to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:49:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sensual Nehrlich comedy. Warm regards, Gina.