“ The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow… Helen Bevington
“ Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we w… Carl Sagan
“ We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another. Roman Payne
“ The blue light of the rising moon fell on the rocks and the scant forest of the taiga, revealing each projecting rock, each tree in a peculiar fashion, different from the way they looked by day. Every… Octavio Paz
“ I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is t… Roman Payne
“ The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night.. Munia Khan
“ NocturneWhere are you now,my poems,my sleepwalkers?No mumbles tonight?Where are you, thirst,fever, humming tedium?The sodium streetlightsburr outside my window,steadfast, unreachable,little astonishme… W. S. Di Piero
