(Poem #464) Central Park at Dusk
Buildings above the leafless trees Loom high as castles in a dream, While one by one the lamps come out To thread the twilight with a gleam. There is no sign of leaf or bud, A hush is over everything-- Silent as women wait for love, The world is waiting for the spring.
A quietly beautiful little poem, and one that is deceptive in its simplicity - the uncomplicated and unstartling progression of images and explicit comparisons mask its economy and precision (I almost hesitate to use so clinical a word), the subtle, seamless blending of each image into a continuous whole. The imagery from the start is reassuringly familiar, imbued with the soft, dreamlike atmosphere of dusk. Teasdale makes explicit use of common, evovcative symbols - 'castles in a dream', the lamps lighting one by one, the twilight itself - to draw the reader into a sense of calm, so that by the time she says 'a hush is over everything', we share in that hush, making the conclusion - the one startlingly original note in the poem - doubly effective. Links: This week's theme: poem #462 Teasdale biography: poem #113 -martin p.s. 'thread the twilight with a gleam' - beautiful phrase, that.