Saturday, November 27, 2010

Nocturne

photo by ana traina

Nocturne 
by 
Eugene O’ Neill
The sunset gun booms out in hollow roar 
Night breathes upon the waters of the bay 
The river lies, a symphony in grey, 
Melting in shadow on the further shore. 

A sullen coal barge tugs its anchor chain 
A shadow sinister, with one faint light 
Flickering wanly in the dim twilight, 
It lies upon the harbor like a stain. 

Silence. Then through the stillness rings 
The fretful echo of a seagull's scream, 
As if one cried who sees within a dream 
Deep rooted sorrow in the heart of things. 

The cry that Sorrow knows and would complain 
And impotently struggle to express -- 
Some secret shame, some hidden bitterness -- 
Yet evermore must sing the same refrain. 

Silence once more. The air seems in a swoon 
Beneath the heavens' thousand opening eyes 
While from the far horizon's edge arise 
The first faint silvery tresses of the moon.