Lightly Child, Lightly.

Soft the dove-hued shadows mingle,
Color fades, sound droops to sleep.
Life and motion melt to darkness
Swaying murmurs far and deep.
But the night moth’s languid flitting
Stirs the air invisibly:
Oh, the hour of wordless longing;
I in all, and all in me.

Twilight—tranquil, brooding twilight,
Course through me, serene and smooth;
Quiet, languid, fragrant twilight,
Flood all depths, all sorrows soothe,
Every sense in dark and cooling
Self-forgetfulness immerse,—
Grant that I may taste extinction
In the dreaming universe.

Fyodor Tyutchev, from Twilight; (Translated by Avrahm Yarmolinsky). Written in 1835.

Notes:

  • Photo: DK @ Twilight. 5:45 am, September 12, 2021. 67° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (Yes, this shot is the dawn side of Twilight, not in alignment with this beautiful poem)
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Comments

  1. Wow. All of it…

    Liked by 2 people

  2. …quiet, languid, serene…pastels are so gentle..

    Liked by 1 person

  3. dusk and dawn – my favs

    Liked by 1 person

  4. montanalulu says:

    wow….’reminds me of one of my favorite Aldous Huxley lines from his novel “Chrome Yellow”: “….that drowsy, dozy state when sleep becomes a sensual pleasure almost consciously savoured.”

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Wow… 19th-century beauty as crisp as our Roaring 20s!
    And from another’s pen:

    The world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things. — Mary Oliver

    Liked by 3 people

  6. This is so beautiful and poetry of this sort never goes out of style. By the way, your photo could have been taken in evening twilight… just sayin’ 😉 They often look the same (compare our photos 😉 )

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    What happens at twilight!! … — Fyodor Tyutchev, from Twilight; (Translated by Avrahm Yarmolinsky). Written in 1835.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Beautiful scene – like a painting. Makes a person feel good just to stand and look and breathe.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. As I read this I could almost hear a melody, a Church hymn – it’s probably the Episcopal priest in me or…
    maybe was the true intention of the writer.
    The image is perfect! I will probably share both and, as always, share their origin.
    Thank you friend.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Great moment you captured dear David, and this poem, “Oh, the hour of wordless longing;
    I in all, and all in me.”… so beautiful post. Once again I came across with this poet. This is amazing. Thank you, Love, nia

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Aahhh …. So soothing and beautiful 💕

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Like the sunrise, beautiful words endure through the ages — because wow. He wrote those words almost 200 years ago!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. incredibly beautiful – and lovely pairing!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply to Carrie Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: