Sunsets by Richard Aldington
We had a glimpse of sun today, but mostly it’s been cloudy. So instead of seeing a sunset, I’ll have to envision one. This description is very violent, and I’m not sure I’ve heard a sunset described in such a way before. After reading it, I wonder that I haven’t because the colors can certainly support such verbiage.
Sunsets
By Richard Aldington
The white body of the evening
Is torn into scarlet,
Slashed and gouged and seared
Into crimson,
And hung ironically
With garlands of mist.
And the wind
Blowing over London from Flanders
Has a bitter taste.
