Frederic Edwin Church, "Twilight: Mount Desert Island, Maine," 1865
A time will come when things will not improve
When they will be stable, or worsening
When descending will be your only move
Which will make lambent stillness comforting
Only a fool would dispute twilight’s charm
Its gilded air and russet shadows
Gossip about the night, but do no harm
Its inky future, each rosy dawn knows
Become more adept at slow mellowing
Practice smooth, stylish disintegration
Jejune whining or enraged bellowing
Show poverty of imagination
Gleam in the gloaming of a slow, sure end
Make of the twilight your shepherd and friend
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (8)
What stunning lines and images! A wonderful ekphrastic piece!!
'Jejune whining or enraged bellowing' disputes the poet that says rage, rage against it all. Injustice deserves its say, or how else will dictators nor dictate. Both sides have their merit. Ah, twilights charm is never ending. So many jewels here. Wonderful.
"Make of the twilight your shepherd and friend..." This feels like the warmer, more at peace twin of the famous poem, "do not go gently into that good night"!! I love the calm acceptance and beautiful imagery - another masterpiece, D.J.!
Oooo, I learned a new word today, jejune. Somehow I feel I've seen the word somewhere but forgotten the meaning 😅 Your poem was soooo beautiful!
This felt like one long, comfortable, settling sigh to read. As though sat by nature's fireside wriggling toes. "Gleam in the gloaming" is a gorgeous phrase. Lovely.
Beautiful Sonnet. I had to look up Jejune. Always good to get a bit of an education. 😊👍
Beautiful phrases woven throughout this! Loved it.
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This poem.is so soothing. Beautiful work.