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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