It is a beauteous evening calm and free.
The holy time as quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration, the broad sun
is sinking down in its tranquillity
William Wordsworth.
A Glosa
It is a beauteous evening calm and free.
I stroll along the sandy shore
my evening walk is leisurely.
I am content could ask no more.
The holy time as quiet as a Nun.
obedient to her orders vows.
Blue twilight falls as day is done.
Day slips away no need for bows.
Breathless in adoration the broad sun
surrenders to a greater force.
Which bids him that he must be gone
now he has run his daily course.
I s sinking in its tranquillity
something the sun is glad to do
Accepting with surety
tomorrow he will rise anew.
7-Feb-08
A GEM of a poem Ivor! A pleasure to read indeed! ! ! *10*! ! ! Best regards Friend Thad
extremely beautiful composition this elaboration of WW's lines is exquisite piece keep it up....and i really like dis style of writing poems..lovely wishes anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a super read Ivor, the flow was lovely and I strolled along with it. A lovely lingering write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX