Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | February 15, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Mother Night

by James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938).


Mother Night (1922)


Eternities before the first-born day, 

  Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, 

  Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, 

  A brooding mother over chaos lay. 

And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay,              5

  Shall run their fiery courses and then claim 

  The haven of the darkness whence they came; 

  Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. 


So when my feeble sun of life burns out, 

  And sounded is the hour for my long sleep,              10

  I shall, full weary of the feverish light, 

Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt, 

  And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep 

  Into the quiet bosom of the Night.



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