Sunday, June 05, 2016

Poetry Sunday

One of the things I've been trying to do every day is take a long walk for exercise ... my Fitbit tends to send me snarky messages when I don't get the required 10,000 steps in, after all. I enjoy walking, particularly in the early morning and in the evening, when it tends to be cooler outside. It provides time for reflection and the admiration of nature's beauty, and this poem by Charles Simic sums it up very well ...

Evening Walk
by Charles Simic

You give the appearance of listening
To my thoughts, O trees,
Bent over the road I am walking
On a late summer evening
When every one of you is a steep staircase
The night is slowly descending.

The high leaves like my mother's lips
Forever trembling, unable to decide,
For there's a bit of wind,
And it's like hearing voices,
Or a mouth full of muffled laughter,
A huge dark mouth we can all fit in
Suddenly covered by a hand.

Everything quiet. Light
Of some other evening strolling ahead,
Long-ago evening of silk dresses,
Bare feet, hair unpinned and falling.
Happy heart, what heavy steps you take
As you follow after them in the shadows.

The sky at the road's end cloudless and blue.
The night birds like children
Who won't come to dinner.
Lost children in the darkening woods.

Have a good day. Enjoy a long walk.

More thoughts tomorrow.



eViL pOp TaRt said...

That is a nice poem, encapsulating the sounds and sights of an enjoyable walk with imagination. Have a nice walk!

Hell Hound said...

A good, restful poem. Like an evening walk.

allenwoodhaven said...

Interesting. Nice pick.