Search

Search results

David B. Steinman, night, in English Clear filters

ContemplativeDavid B. Steinman

Brooklyn Bridge: Nightfall

Against the city’s gleaming spires, Above the ships that ply the stream, A bridge of haunting beauty stands — Fulfillment of an artist’s dream. From deep beneath the tidal flow Two granite towers proudly rise To hold the pendent strands aloft — A harp against the sunset skies. Each pylon frames, between its shafts, Twin Gothic portals pierced with blue And crowned with magic laced design Of lines and curves that Euclid knew. The silver meshings of the net Are beaded with the stars of night Like jeweled dewdrops that adorn A spiderweb in evening light.
DreamyDavid B. Steinman

Night-Blooming Water Lily

Lily, refulgent in petals of white, Fair ballerina, enchanting the night, Kissed by the moonlight, you slowly unfold Beauty, in bodice of velvet and gold. Motionless . . . quivering . . . held in a trance . . . Dew-spangled, twinkling like stars in your dance, Raptured, you sway to the nightingale’s tune, Turning your face to your lover, the moon.
DreamyDavid B. Steinman

The Dreamer

His dream ship floats on seas of amethyst And leaves a wake of star-flamed sapphire foam. The Dreamer stands on deck in lonely tryst Under the mantle of the purple dome. As soft winds stir the sails to beckoning goals, The ship sways gently toward one side and then, To lullaby of cradling waves, it rolls In even cadence slowly back again. The Dreamer sees the gleaming stars appear In downward swing, until they seem to be Almost within his reach, they loom so near, Only to draw away to apogee. He may not grasp the stars as they pass by, But sadder far would be a starless sky.

Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem

Or try: