Firelight And Nightfall

The darkness steals the forms of all the queens,
But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red,
Inflamed with binding up the sheaves of dead
Hours that were once all glory and all queens.

And I remember all the sunny hours
Of queens in hyacinth and skies of gold,
And morning singing where the woods are scrolled
And diapered above the chaunting flowers.

Here lamps are white like snowdrops in the grass;
The town is like a churchyard, all so still
And grey now night is here; nor will
Another torn red sunset come to pass.

by David Herbert Lawrence

Comments (28)

To be humane [the highest culmination of human] needs contemplative psychic exercise… And acceptance and rejection protocol where conscience is the guide…nice way you’ve presented… 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
one needs to have that nature in him to be happy and keep other happy
Sam i love this poem.To be human is natural but one learns to be humane: from home, community, and the society; violence, war, murder, hate, et al. Thanks for inviting me to read this 10+++ poem. Read when you can: 'Ephemeral Love' and 'Turkey strut'
You light a lamp each day to overcome the darkness in our lives. CP
this poem is just fantastic.. we need some more humane oriented human. :) . this is good stuff.
See More