Villanelle № 136107
Nightfall
I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree
The branches swaying slowly to and fro
As weather-worn caresses sigh to me.
The gray-cloaked sky is all that I can see,
Sketching shadow contours with a pale glow.
I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree.
And now that it is late and I am free,
I cannot bring myself to turn and go
Yet weather-worn caresses sigh to me.
My thoughts float up from darkness silently
And all of time does not suffice; although
I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree.
The day grows dimmer; daylight turns to flee,
And in its wake fall silent wisps of snow
As weather-worn caresses sigh to me.
No prayers left to say; no ardent plea,
Necessity had faded long ago.
So soft beneath a snowy cedar tree
As weather-worn caresses sigh to me.
26 comments
It flows well, but I can't get past illogic.
Besides, it doesn't even start snowing till the stanza before last! The 'softness' in the last stanza is meant to convey the image that the narrator is covered in snow. I'm afraid my logic still holds... in addition to the fact that I don't *have* to describe snow falling on somebody's face. :-)
Either you've been spending too much time discussing certain things with a certain group or you need a heavy dose of Uhura.
In any case, I really think you're nitpicking. This was the kind of cedar tree I envisioned in the poem, which is quite large enough for darkness, snow-protection and whatever.
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/13011/130
I'd like to remind you that it's also twilight on a foggy day, which is really quite dark; the poem deals with the transition from black shadows against gray to entire darkness.
I think, however, that you misunderstand the general idea of the poem. It is meant to be told from the point of view of someone who has been dead for some time, and is now lying - perhaps in a grave? - beneath a cedar tree. Perhaps re-reading will clarify.
Nothing's wrong
Something's right
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Kerouac that makes no sense to me. Funny though.
And anyway, a great way to get around having to be logical in poetry is to say 'I'm a Beat Poet' three times, then spin around and vanish.
No it doesn't.
We are here as on a in the dark plain.
CONCLUSIONS: darkling also means "darkish; in the process of darkening".
'Weather-worn caresses'? Beautiful.
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