Here’s the second poem from Hoshang Merchant’s poetry collection Love’s Permission.
Evening Song: 17 October 1995.
– Hoshang Merchant
This long evening
When old monuments hide in mist
belongs to me
It longs for all its history
The history of other long evenings
It longs for me
It tells me I’m nothing
That men will come and go
There will always be evenings
Then out steps a shade from the mist
It is not rain; it is memory
Calling to me
It says come back to your history
You were not nothing
You were sent to sing the night
And all the rain of Nohant
Descends on my heard with Chopin
What could he do but sing?
We sing always to shades
To mists and memory and evenings
There are no men everlasting
Only Love, evanescent
That passes hurting us into heart
Making everlasting nights of evenings.