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.
I just came across this beautiful piece of writing by Charles Simic recently and I loved it so I thought of sharing it with you guys.
I captured this picture on a similar evening walk near the Dubai Creek Harbour.
PS: It’s been a month since I started blogging in this website (this is my new website I created after I lost my old account which I started 2 years back). Thank you for all the love and support you guys give me. Keep reading my contents and tell me how you feel about it. Also, if anyone’s interested in doing a collaboration, I’m totally up for it, just slide into my DM’s. Other than that, have a great day and go for an evening walk to freshen up.
See You Again,