Help me make it through the night

 I really like this poem. Always makes me smile. The poet is James Flecker.

The poet first paints quite a gloomy picture of the night.
Notice that there is nothing unusual about this night scene.
The picture is gloomy because of a very careful selection of words
and the things the poet focuses on. He goes on and on making us
sink into the night and then in the end there is relief. We are saved from drowning!

The choice of words is super: “bolt lies deep in the door” , “emptied of all my dreams” , “meadows of the floor” etc.

Stillness
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WHEN the words rustle no more,
And the last work’s done,
When the bolt lies deep in the door,
And Fire, our Sun,
Falls on the dark-laned meadows of the floor;

When from the clock’s last time to the next chime
Silence beats his drum,
And Space with gaunt grey eyes and her brother Time
Wheeling and whispering come,
She with the mould of form and he with the loom of rhyme,

Then twittering out in the night my thought-birds flee,
I am emptied of all my dreams:
I only hear Earth turning, only see
Ether’s long bankless streams,
And only know I should drown if you
Laid not your hand on me.

kanwar

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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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