Thursday, July 9, 2015

Go Quietly, Quietly

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard 

East of me, west of me, full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth across the lawn
                      looking for home
As night drifts up like a little boat.

Day after day, I become of less use to myself.
Like this mockingbird,
                      I flit from one thing to the next.
What do I have to look forward to at fifty-four?
Tomorrow is dark.
                     Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.

The sky dogs are whimpering.
Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening
                     up from the damp grass.
Into the world's tumult, into the chaos of every day,
Go quietly, quietly.

(Charles Wright)

image:  *Twighlight in Riga*

Nikolay Bogdanov-Belsky, SevenArts Friends

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