Friday, June 24, 2011

Veneta Donaldson: "Within the Night"

Veneta Donaldson, 1949

"Did Veneta have a dark side?" you ask. Well, apparently she did. As her niece, I never knew about it, but some of her poems are brooding, and this one is so upsetting, it made me cry. I have included "Within the Night" in this series because it is so very powerful.

Within the Night
by Veneta Donaldson

A crash splinters the dark of night,
Disturbing as remembered fright
That fringes one's distorted dream;
As piercing as malignant gleam
Of saber drawn in bloody fray,
Forever curtaining the day.

A crash splinters the dark of night —
God help the boy who longs for sight.

The next poem in this series can be found here: The Darkened Hours.

This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.

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