SM (21-01-2003 / Odisha, India)

A Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock

The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.

by Wallace Stevens

Comments (4)

A nice devotional poem. If one can write such poems while one has entered in one; s teens the one is promising to become a great poet in future.
Yes you should never be old for love and love for God. Let the age cross but let me be with you forever. Excellent piece of work shared on desk.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Beautifully crafted with a supplication like give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my's a wonderful piece