"Dusk." a poem.


Subject: "Dusk." a poem.
From: Alphonse Vinh (Yinshih@AOL.COM)
Date: Sat Jun 26 1999 - 01:07:55 EDT


"In Memory of William Alexander Percy"

Sitting with unwritten words

For far too long

I break the dry spell

By attentiveness

To wind chimes

Dancing with the evening wind

There is a message

There is a meaning

To the song of wind and air

And where is the translation

To its secret code

If I only knew

If I only understood

The message

In the vocabulary

Of the wind chimes

Outside the start of dusk

Time of vespers

Time when the hard edge

Of diurnal life

Softens

Captives that we are to capricious Time

And the twilight smells

Of a mild Georgia autumn

Of red berries and maple leaves

Of sedate boxwood rows

Of old fences with chipped white paint

Of Doric columns and easy chairs

And I sit here at home in a fading South

Lost in stoic musings

Of the unbowed past

As the blood-red glow

Of dying sunlight

Caresses the silent testimonial

Of the burnished columns

//Alphonse Vinh
26 June 1999



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