For my new home, a poem by Anjela Duval, translated by Leonora Timm...
You may read more about Anjela at my friend's library: Oldwoman...
Serr-noz
DUSK
A gray sky --- low
Ashes; running into the black trees
A gray sky descending low
To wrap the earth in its soft coat
That extends the calm above the warren
...mysterious.
A bat
Circles silently---
Peaceful night!
And then, all of a sudden,
Down there against the flank of the hill,
An impatient bellowing
Tears through the night's peace...
A heifer strayed away.
November 1965.
2 comments:
If I sit in my garden on a warm summer's evening I can watch the bats passing by.
I like this poem, it has a calm, peaceful feel to it - the loveliness of twilight.
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