The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
The choir I sing in recently commissioned a piece of music using verses from this poem and it has been whirling around my head for days. I love that last flurry of the day, and the zephyr and hush that accompanies sundown. I’m always amazed by people who have the creativity to capture those moments, with words or music. All I can do is sit in wonder (and maybe hum the tune to myself..)
So beautiful, Bryony, that these old words could be put to choral music. and having heard your choir, I know it will be spectacular. I can see why you would hum them. You have that special way with words, my dear: “that flurry of the day,” the zephur and hush.” So beautifully descriptive and enhances the lovely photo image. Thanks.
You’ve captured such a moment, right here. Thanks.
lovely poem, beautiful thoughts :)