Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWILIGHT SYMPHONY, by LESLIE ANDERSON First Line: The day burned crimson with a fever of delight Last Line: Up to his ebony throne. Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
The day burned crimson with a fever of delight Until the weary sun Slipped quietly to rest; Day sighed, and breathed across the stippled sky A hushed rhapsody Of purple couched notes -- Dusk heard, and padded in on somber feet. I caught the panoramic loveliness Of man towers silhouetted hazily Against a myriad-tinted sky. Lights blinked -- first here -- then there As Dark began to mount The weary, weary steps Up to his ebony throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU |
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