Evening

--Charles Simic

The snail gives off stillness.

The weed is blessed.

At the end of a long day

The man finds joy, the water peace.

Let all be simple. Let all stand still

Without a final direction.

That which brings you into the world

To take you away at death

Is one and the same;

The shadow long and pointy

Is its church.

At night some understand what the grass says.

The grass knows a word or two.

It is not much. It repeats the same word

Again and again, but not too loudly.