THE LATE DAY

See how the sun tarries in the west!
As if the giver of life were stopped at time’s behest,
As if day himself feared his sister, night,
As if day, like a child, desired always music and light.

But our lamp at home is glowing,
Our hearts are filled with love;
We confessed it in the going
Of Apollo, god, above!

Why does he linger on his horizon,
Surrounded by fretful clouds of red?
Isn’t he weary to be gone,
Like us, to his glorious bed?

See how the sun pauses, like a lately hunted deer,
With luxurious growth at his feet, and all his family near.
Is there anyone to chase the proud god away?
Has the sun conspired, at last, to always have the day?

1 Comment

  1. June 8, 2010 at 4:18 am

    That rss feature on your blog here is magnificent, you should tell more folks about it in your upcoming post. I haven’t noted it for the first couple of times, now I’m using it each morning to check on any updates. I’m on a very slow dial-up link in Jakarta and it’s quite frustrating to sit there and wait for such a long time ’til the page loads… but hey, I just found your rss page and added it to the Google Reader and there you are… I’m always up-to-date! Well pal, keep up the good work and make that rss button a little bigger so that other people can enjoy that as well 😛
    00:18


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