dusk I love who know the morning’s light
the night’s darkness, the black and white
of yes and no and all false and trueI have lived with definite so long
with wrong and right, with weak and strong
with how much undefined dusk by youfor I have seen the between hours
when towers grew soft as flowers
and cold stones were stemmed in warmest hueand I have watched a kind gentle grace
take place behind the coarser face
unloose the many masks old and newI too felt the purple air’s dissent
from meant purpose and clear intent
nothing certain but a changing viewthen let me have time’s dusk perspective
— Elizabeth Bartlett
to give the life men think they live
an outer shape and an inner clue
Poetry – Dusk I Love

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