The Evening of Things

Evening St Petersburg, June 2007, JB

Each one stands alone at the heart of the earth
Pierced by a ray of sunlight
And soon it is evening.

Salvatore Quasimodo

Evening Christchurch, February 2009, JB

Over stubble-field and path
A black silence lurks in fear
Purest sky amid the branches
Only the brook runs silent and still

Fish and game soon slip away
Blue soul, darksome wandering
Soon severed us from loved ones, others.
Evening alters sense and image

From George Trakl's Autumn Soul