Selamat Tidur, Bali ( Good Night)--- by Paula Grenside " It was now the hour that turns back the desire in those who sail the seas and melts their hearts..." (Dante's Holy Comedy) At sunset seagulls ride the waves barewing, white flags on boats that sail back home. In delirious discussion, the surf clashes foam goodbye to ruffled almond leaves, to red, pink, orange bougainvillea whose full lips part to breathe last salty kiss. The sun leans over horizon's balustrade, he plunges into oyster pools with splashing light; the moon, still trapped in fishing nets off shore, peeks from the shadowed creases of the day. The ocean pulls his liquid blanket further up in lulling tune for tales and songs from fishermen. Spellbound by giant eye of God, the sky dissolves in streaks and slashes, a burning blue that merges in amber shallowness, while silver marbles roll along flushed sand, undressed to wear whole sky. Their last vibrating violet breath greets the night that climbs up sails and clings to ropes of stars.
Paula Grenside's Questions:
Does the poem succeed in trasferring the incredible show of a tropical sunset with nature and fishing boats (men) as one?