Response to Wordsworth’s ‘Intimations…’ ode

The evening is longer than the morning
Yet it seems so short
Because we compare it to the rest of day.
At dawn we forget the darkness
Until the grass is dry,
When the waxing turns to wane,
We see it, and remember,
And curse the dying day
Not because we hate twilight
But, “Too soon! Too soon!” we say.
Whether it be summer or midwinter
“Too soon! Too soon!” we always say.

Author: KB French

Formerly many things, including theology student, mime, jr. high Latin teacher, and Army logistics officer. Currently in the National Guard, and employed as a civilian... somewhere View all posts by KB French