Poems About Twilight
Twilight holds a special allure in poetry, often serving as a metaphor for transition, transformation, and the liminal space between day and night. Poems about twilight are also filled with beautiful imagery and amazing opportunity for self reflection. These mysterious, liminal spaces are where poems about twilight thrive.
Why Poems About Twilight?
Twilight poems are some of my favorite to write. I still can’t quite figure out the difference between dusk and twilight, but who really cares right? This time of day is ripe with unbelievable mystery and beauty. All that being said, I tried to find the best collection of poems about twilight specifically for this article. I hope that you enjoy reading these twilight poems!
Twilight Sings by C.W. Bryan
The way out
is always through the forest
where the chorus of twilight
sings Gregorian chants across the skyline.
All the trees are blacken with night.
Twilight by Sara Teasdale
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.
Between the Dusk of a Summer Night by William Ernest Henley
Between the dusk of a summer night
And the dawn of a summer day,
We caught at a mood as it passed in flight,
And we bade it stoop and stay.
And what with the dawn of night began
With the dusk of day was done;
For that is the way of woman and man,
When a hazard has made them one.
Arc upon arc, from shade to shine,
The World went thundering free;
And what was his errand but hers and mine —
The lords of him, I and she?
O, it’s die we must, but it’s live we can,
And the marvel of earth and sun
Is all for the joy of woman and man
And the longing that makes them one.
Twilight by Xi Chuan
In a country wide and vast
Twilight is equally wide and vast
The lamps turn on one by one
Twilight spreads like autumn
People all close their mouths
Arise, you dead
For twilight is a dream
Silence has achieved purity
Again I remember some names
Each of them signals
A unique experience
Composing Heaven and Hell
But twilight spreads over the land
I stretch out my hand, someone holds it
Whenever twilight falls, there’s someone
Softly knocking at my door
Twilight by Walt Whitman
The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d – (I too will soon be gone, dispell’d)
A haze – nirvana – rest and night- oblivion
Twilight by Rae Armantrout
Where there’s smoke
there are mirrors
and a dry ice machine,
industrial quality fans.
If I’ve learned anything
about the present moment
•
But who doesn’t
love a flame,
the way one leaps
into being
full-fledged,
then leans over
to chat
•
Already the light
is retrospective,
sourceless,
is losing itself
though the trees
are clearly limned.
Twilight by Stanley Kunitz
I wait. I deepen in the room.
Fed lions, growing, congregate
In corners, sleep and fade. For whom
It may concern, I, tawny wait.
Time flowing through the window; day
Spilling on the board its bright
Last blood. Folding—big, gauzy, grey—
A moth sits on the western light.
Sits on my heart that, darkened, drips
No honey from its punctured core,
yet feeds my hands and feeds my lips
The Moon, the Moon, is at my door!
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If you enjoyed these poems you might like similarly beautiful poems about night. Or if you want to read specific poems try some Walt Whitman or Francis Bouillard. Thank you so much for reading!
