An orange flare
lights the pale panes of the hospital
in a final wish of daylight.
It's not yet dark.
In the chiildren's ward
under a mother's face
the dead, always so young.
Water startles in the river's throat.
a plea to share in its curse?
Somewhere, this twilight shall fall
and hide the whiteness of jasmines about to bloom.
in the houses across the street
make me look out at the wet August evening
that holds up the vast unknown
in such small delicate hands.
In the children's ward! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Great poetry from a great poet. Like to read it again and again.
Somewhere, this twilight shall fall and hide the whiteness of jasmines about to bloom. very fine poem. tony
Twilight is about the pale orange flare dazzling and reflecting over the hospital panes of the children ward where the mother with the dead child lies it mourning. Light will come and dazzle as usual, but what has it to do with the ward? Human phenomenon and natural phenomenon are quite different.
Newly-lit lamps in the houses across the street make me look out at the wet August evening....../// there is bloomed the atmosphere of twilight
Twilight is here just a piece like so many of his dealing with the same topic and same title and he here excels in picturizing the children ward against the backdrop of the twilight going down and so many things connected with imagery and imagism. But the scene and scenery shift from the hospital complex, the children ward to the deceased to the river waters to the houses glowing under the falling light.
The poem moves me beyond words!
Superb and so metaphorical poet you ae really good do read my moms smiles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I am mesmerised by this talented young man..... Who has taken poetry to a different level... Hats off Sir... how do u find such words to define the indefinable.....