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When half the world has wrapped its work and done
And calls it just the terminus of day
I try the steps the others take
They're half asleep and half awake
I wait til all is late and I’m alone
To walk the quiet streets of darkened gray.
The clouds now march as veils to pageantry
Of starry scenes the firmament displays.
I somewhat more of life partake
As stars trail in a silent wake
They silver every house and ashen tree,
As I, the late sojourner, find my pace.
The road advances that does not turn back,
Where asphalt spreads the silent boxes rise.
Let inner nature feel the break
As hearts fail and asylums shake
The older orders shrivel into black,
For every house, a burrow dweller dies.
The streetlamp with its bitter yellow light
Takes up my shadow sharply from behind.
A dark trail in a violent shake
Apart, frail in the eyes opaque
As I walk on it stretches out of sight
At last, to blur through time far out of mind.
And calls it just the terminus of day
I try the steps the others take
They're half asleep and half awake
I wait til all is late and I’m alone
To walk the quiet streets of darkened gray.
The clouds now march as veils to pageantry
Of starry scenes the firmament displays.
I somewhat more of life partake
As stars trail in a silent wake
They silver every house and ashen tree,
As I, the late sojourner, find my pace.
The road advances that does not turn back,
Where asphalt spreads the silent boxes rise.
Let inner nature feel the break
As hearts fail and asylums shake
The older orders shrivel into black,
For every house, a burrow dweller dies.
The streetlamp with its bitter yellow light
Takes up my shadow sharply from behind.
A dark trail in a violent shake
Apart, frail in the eyes opaque
As I walk on it stretches out of sight
At last, to blur through time far out of mind.
Is this a form you made up? I like the way the rhymes work and how the interstitial stanzas are shorter. The rhythm isn't always clean, but mostly so.
My read on it is that the speaker is walking down a street at night and musing how things like the buildings and the artificial light are spoiling nature and supplanting habitat.
My read on it is that the speaker is walking down a street at night and musing how things like the buildings and the artificial light are spoiling nature and supplanting habitat.
>>Pascoite
I've been keeping up the habit of a half-hour daily walk, which I often take at evening when things are cooler.
On the night of composition, I decided to walk and record any worthwhile thoughts that occurred to me. I wound up with lines of varying length and tried to interleave them attractively, and this is the result. Clouds under the moonlight, quiet houses with their secrets, and endangered habitat were indeed themes that colored my thoughts here. The sodium streetlight behavior is both an accurate description of how it looks and likely metaphoric for mortality and uncertainty about the future, with maybe a hint of transcendence.
Thank you very much for the kind words!
I've been keeping up the habit of a half-hour daily walk, which I often take at evening when things are cooler.
On the night of composition, I decided to walk and record any worthwhile thoughts that occurred to me. I wound up with lines of varying length and tried to interleave them attractively, and this is the result. Clouds under the moonlight, quiet houses with their secrets, and endangered habitat were indeed themes that colored my thoughts here. The sodium streetlight behavior is both an accurate description of how it looks and likely metaphoric for mortality and uncertainty about the future, with maybe a hint of transcendence.
Thank you very much for the kind words!