4 May 2012
The sounds in the evening
Go all through the house,
The click of the clock
And the pick of the mouse,
The footsteps of people
Upon the top floor,
The skirts of my mother
That brush by the door,
The crick in the boards,
And the crick of the chairs,
The fluttering murmurs outside on the stairs,
The ring of the bell,
The arrival of guests,
The laugh of the my father At one of his jests,
The clashing of dishes
As dinner goes in,
The babble of voices
That distance makes thin,
The mewing of cats
That seem just by my ear,
The hooting of owls
That can never seem near,
The queer little noises
That no one explains......
Till the moon through the slats Of my window-blind rains,
And the world of my eyes
And my ears melt like steam
As I find in my pillow
The world of my dreams.
The Sounds In The Evening • Opuss № I