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Simpson's 'After Midnight' — a haunting, minimalist poem of late-night solitude, dark streets, and the quiet unease of being alive in the small hours.
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July 1, 2026 at 11:51 AM
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It's Orpheus in the wind. His music grieves
The moon. He tells the water of his loss.
And all the birds are silent, and the leaves
Of summer in that music sigh and toss.
#LouisSimpson (1988) #poetry #poem
The moon. He tells the water of his loss.
And all the birds are silent, and the leaves
Of summer in that music sigh and toss.
#LouisSimpson (1988) #poetry #poem
March 1, 2024 at 4:09 PM
It's Orpheus in the wind. His music grieves
The moon. He tells the water of his loss.
And all the birds are silent, and the leaves
Of summer in that music sigh and toss.
#LouisSimpson (1988) #poetry #poem
The moon. He tells the water of his loss.
And all the birds are silent, and the leaves
Of summer in that music sigh and toss.
#LouisSimpson (1988) #poetry #poem
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
March 27, 2026 at 5:57 AM
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
March 27, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb.
Do not write!
✒️ #LouisSimpson, Jamaican-American poet, was #BOTD 27 March 1923.