The Day Woods/The Still Night, poem by Julian Mann at Spillwords.com
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The Day Woods/The Still Night

The Day Woods/The Still Night

written by: Julian Mann

 

Day

 

They are tired,
Majesty,
We walk where the sun has lived
All morning.

Children — sloped voices
Trip into the immense
Black mouth.

A shining wrath of motors. Yonder!

We stand in silence,
And the sun leaves it
On their faces.

Sun-stillness of day.

 

Night

 

A still night follows

Stillness of the day woods.

Moon sees all ; makes path ; instills
the holly make

A light for itself.

Chill and the moon
Have stilled the evening.
Places to hide a pale face

Tired,
By paths of moonglow we hid
The rotting day
Unter einem stillen Busch.

Julian Mann

Julian Mann

I’m from Buckinghamshire, England. I grew up with an appreciation of landscape, which for me poetry has always gone hand in hand with. My biggest inspiration in recent years is T.S. Eliot. I also love reading James Wright, and Alice Oswald.
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