End of the Day
Ned Rorem
In fading light
Life dances, twists, and crazily rushes,
impudent and shrill, while
Night rises,
appeasing all, even hunger,
hiding all, even shame,
The Poet whispers to himself:
Finally!
while body and soul
long desperately for rest,
my heart seethes with deathly dreams.
Let me lie on my back
and enshroud myself in your curtains,
O nourishing darkness!