In all its raucous impudence
Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light,
With little cause or consequence;
And when, with darkling skies, the night
Casts over all its sensuous balm,
Quells hunger's pangs and, in like wise,
Quells shame beneath its pall of calm,
"Aha, at last!" the Poet sighs.
"My mind, my bones, yearn, clamoring
For sweet repose unburdening.
Heart full of dire, funeral thought,
I will lie out; your folds will cling
About me: veils of shadow wrought,
O darkness, cool and comforting!"
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Comments3WOW, JUST READ "THE END OF THE DAY" POEM. SO DEEP, TOUCHED MY SOUL. "MY MIND, MY BONES, YEARN, CLAMORING FOR SWEET REPOSE UNBURDENING." BEAUTIFIL WORDS, FELT EVERY SINGLE ONE. RESONATES STRONGLY WITH ME. A MUST READ FOR EVERYONE!
I quite enjoyed this poem. The part where night time is described as a reliever of shame and hunger feels quite relatable. How do you interpret the last stanza? Its beauty is quite compelling, but also quite intriguing.
Just read this poem and it didn't really resonate with me. It felt a bit too gloomy and didn't pull me in. I prefer something more light-hearted and uplifting. 😕📖