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8:15 pm
Reminds me of the movie On Golden Pond.  I watched it again recently.  Ian would not watch with me, he said it is a silly story about a grumpy old man.


Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.


~ Carl Sandburg






Comments

  1. DianneJanuary 4, 2012 at 8:16 AM

    Yes! About a grumpy old man but still a great movie! I must watch It again - i love your Golden Ponds - it speaks of quietness and tranquility.

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  2. PeterJanuary 4, 2012 at 4:53 PM

    I must admit I have never seen it, the cast sounds good. Lovely picture at the right time.

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  3. JulieJanuary 4, 2012 at 6:16 PM

    Yes, a lovely study, but it seems to me a waste to watch something like this take form before one's eyes, and at the same time be trying to make sense of one's life.

    I much prefer to savour the moment, with an empty mind.

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  4. diane bJanuary 6, 2012 at 11:05 PM

    The golden water is lovely but the poem is sad. I think of dusk as the day is ending but a new one will dawn.

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  5. JulieJanuary 7, 2012 at 9:19 PM

    Is it the hour of dusk which is the greatest risk time for those of us who are depressed? There is a specific name for that period, but it escapes me. It is pertinent to those with dementia as well as depression. The two issues are interwoven so.

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  6. Joan ElizabethJanuary 7, 2012 at 11:50 PM

    I dunno why dusk affects some people in that way. I found researching twilight poems that most of them are rather "moody".

    Of course it was the "twilight" of life that made the Golden Ponds man grumpy.

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