Evening of Bells

Evening of Bells

A Poem by Samuel Ferris

I wrote this after reading a poem by Oscar Wild. (sonnet on hearing the dies irae in the sistine chapel) I tend to hear and associate different colors and timbres with one another. In the poem Wild is reminded of beauty through nature rather than fear of

There is life in this room,
Heaped among the rows of efficient pui’s.
Darting, in and out, vanishing
In thin streams.
Fragmented and colored,
The stained glass archways loom,
Their wine shadows flickering
To the evening vespers.
Distant bells float in among the voices
and the sundered cool
of evening air.
Must this be where heaven is?

© 2009 Samuel Ferris

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This is very mellow. I like how it flows. It's easy on the mind and soul. Almost reminds me of floating.

Posted 12 Years Ago

oh I loved this poem, it was like looking through a milky glass....into internity....

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Samuel Ferris
Samuel Ferris

Rochester, NY

I enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..