{"id":1045,"date":"2013-07-22T16:41:32","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T20:41:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/new.alumnae.mtholyoke.edu\/1961\/?p=1045"},"modified":"2014-01-31T16:36:52","modified_gmt":"2014-01-31T20:36:52","slug":"poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/new.alumnae.mtholyoke.edu\/1961\/poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\"><strong>LATE AFTERNOON,<\/strong> by Dottie Smith Mann<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\">This is where I am in my life&#8230;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the late afternoon<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> so full of beauty it cracks my heart.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> A sharply defined beauty<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> nothing fuzzy about it<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> three dimensioned<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the up close and the far away clearly etched<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> seen by the light of a strong but waning sun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\">The evening will come<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> Let evening come, the poet said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\">Not yet though<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> Let me have the flickering shadows<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the wind tossed trees<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the soft blue skies<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the brllliant sun almost at eye level.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> Let me have the distant sounds of a small plane<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the workmen down the lane almost done for the week.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\">Let me have the sun on teak tables and leather chairs<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> my husband resting upstairs<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the shining maple floor<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> the reflected light on Aunt Anne&#8217;s bird sculpture<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> reminding me of a window on Eden Road looking out to sea.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800000\">Oh it cracks my heart and from that space<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> I feel a current come<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> A river of joy and love and gratitude<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> That I am here<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> in the late afternoon<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000\"> before the night.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>LATE AFTERNOON, by Dottie Smith Mann This is where I am in my life&#8230; the late afternoon so full of beauty it cracks my heart. 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