Jedna pjesmica moje drage Emily Dickinson za ove večernje sate :) Eto, za jednog mog blog kolegu :)) da ga malo upoznam sa radom moje omiljene pjesnikinje :))
Evening
The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.
The low gras loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.
A vastness, as a neighbour, came,-
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home,-
And so the night became.