Dawn and Dusk-III
At dawn, we’re born; at dusk, we die.
And this repeats—we know not why.
As night bears day, so day bears night.
The darkness yields in time to light,
And light in turn gives way to dark,
As dawn and dusk, these turnings mark.
And see—the hues that arc on high,
As birth and death ignite the sky.
How sad, the dusk! How hopeful, dawn!
It spins—this planet that we're on.
It spins—and yet it seems to pause,
As dawn and dusk suspend its laws.
It’s morning, then it’s noon and then
It’s afternoon and eve again...
In age, with speed; in childhood, slow.
And so it is with living things.
Of life and death, the poet sings.
And each of these, she wonders on,
When gazing up, at dusk and dawn.
The winter brings its cold and snow—
And yields to spring, when flowers blow.
How long, it seems, in warmer lands,
The summer lasts! One understands,
With age, that all is passing, so
One bears the pain and pleasure more.
Our autumns come, with scents of musk.
We rose with dawn; we ebb with dusk.
2017 June 13th, Tue (first four stanzas)
June 14th, Wed (last six stanzas)
Brooklyn, New York
Two related poems, from 2006:
- Morning Song
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-song.html )
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2006/04/evening-dirge.html )
More related poems, from 2014 and 2015:
- Sing to Me
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2014/11/sing-to-me.html )
- Bhorer Axar Gan-ভোরের আশার গান
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2014/12/sing-to-me-bangla.html )
- Morning Glory
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2015/06/morning-glory.html )
- Dawn and Dusk
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2015/08/dawn-and-dusk.html )
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2015/08/dusk.html )
Dawn and Dusk—II
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2015/08/dawn-and-duskii.html )
- Morning's Song (Draft)
( http://thedailypoet.blogspot.com/2015/09/mornings-song.html )