There is always adolescence and nothing else at dusk.
When the soft bend in the evening insinuates its desolate curve, something within us also bends over. We have very few things then, no possession accompanies us, no possession offends us either. There is a slow disaster in these hours that seem the only ones in the day, those which leave us in the old limits, those that cannot give us anything, those of which we do not ask anything. There is a tender and decomposing disaster in the final hours of this day that has gone by like the others, and, just like them, it has reached the burning beauty of that which gazes upon nothingness. Leaning over my windowsill I see how a section of time slides by; evening has softly embalmed the street’s noisy happenings, the sky is shrinking little by little and a burst of patience wraps the world in soft, ashy hugs.
While the night opens up on the corners, the moon sets in strange flowers.
Ten o'clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean's liquid glass.
Earth lies in the shadow still; Low black bushes, trees, and lawn Night's ambrosial dews absorb; Through the foliage creeps a thrill, Whispering of yon spectral dawn And the hidden climbing orb.
Higher, higher, gathering light, Veiling with a golden gauze All the trembling atmosphere, See, the rayless disk grows white! Hark, the glittering billows pause!
Faint, far sounds possess the ear. Elves on such a night as this Spin their rings upon the grass; On the beach the water-fay Greets her lover with a kiss; Through the air swift spirits pass, Laugh, caress, and float away.
Shut thy lids and thou shalt see Angel faces wreathed with light, Mystic forms long vanished hence. Ah, too fine, too rare, they be For the grosser mortal sight, And they foil our waking sense.
Yet we feel them floating near, Know that we are not alone, Though our open eyes behold Nothing save the moon's bright sphere, In the vacant heavens shown, And the ocean's path of gold.