O Night Poem by Adeline Foster
O Night
How often on my feet of scorn
I've trudged across the early morn
And begged the sun hold back the day
For sluggish hands that would delay
To grasp the torch of duty's call
And wake the house and spoil it all.
Oh Night! whose trains my feet have sped
O'er distant lands where none have tread
And through the rapids of my thought
Have plunged me in almost to naught,
Then brought my back to quiver here
In shelter of an unknown fear,
Then filled my world with glistening gold-
Those flickering scenes for words untold.
Oh Night! Whose fingers slack the grasp
On one who is unwilling cast
Into a day of drudge to steep,
Until you welcome back your sheep.
It could be a sonnet, and I would say that you express yourself exactly and with great skill. Merry Christmas from Tai
The way you focus on beat n rhythm is beautiful...it's an apostrophe to night alongwith our human attitude involved in this cycle of day n night...a light poem written in palm oil...
After reading Pamela's THE SUBLIME PATH, you suggested your poem to her, and being an admirer of her poem myself, I took your lead and read with delight and wisdom O NIGHT. I concur with Joseph Anderson below A CLASSIC WRITE, IN THE STYLE OF THE GREAT POETS OF YORE: Absolutely on target! Your poem has the eloquence and gravitas AND the sheer eloquence of those earlier POETS who still trusted language to convey visionary meaning. And also Shahzia Batool's regard for it as AN APOSTROPHE TO NIGHT and what must be a uniquely Persian praise for it as A LIGHT POEM WRITTEN IN PALM OIL. I believe that is an indirect reference to a famous passage in the Qur'an about a perpetual flame of truth from a supernatural lamp. I will say as an inveterate Night Hawk, you have articulated the lure of Night as a time of CONSCIOUS ACTIVITY because of her silence, mystery, and beauty which alert the mind rather than dulling it. If someone says to me with acid scorn, Why don't you go to bed? I will quote the passage beginning OH NIGHT! WHOSE TRAINS MY FEET HAVE SPED / O'ER DISTANT LANDS WHERE NONE HAVE TREAD through THEN FILLED MY WORLD WITH GLISTENING GOLD.
thank you Adeline, for your invitation to read this lovely write of yours. I enjoyed
Very nice Adeline! B, that it may? Came to me reflecting on my relationship. Things that went wrong, things said and eventually our end, her name was Belinda, and we called her B for short so with each line a question of what or why, be that it may and at the end, a question directed towards her, My B, that it may?
& did you write this to a prayer's melody? A Hymn? It has a kind of melody all it's own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 9:54:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very beautiful poem I wish for all beings the chance to do the work of their hearts Richard Wilbur 45 years ago awakened my love of poetry with Two Voices In A Meadow