Monday Poems
9:01 am
Mon May 5, 2014

"Montana Night"

Montana Night. The velvet of the sky
Is powdered thick with silver dust. Below,
A realm of half-lights, where black shadows flow
To Stygian lakes, that spread and multiply.
Far to the east the Moccasins rise high
In jagged silhouette. Now, faint and low,
A night bird sounds his call. Soft Breezes blow,
Cool with the dampness of a stream hard by.
Dim, ghostly shapes of cattle grazing near
Drift steadily across the ray of light
From a lone cabin; and I think I hear
The barking of a dog. All things unite
To lull the senses of the eye and ear
In one sweet sense of rest; Montana night.

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Elliott Curtis Lincoln, poems
Elliott Curtis Lincoln, poems

Elliott Lincoln moved to Montana in 1908 and homesteaded near Lewistown.  While in Montana, he published poetry that received fairly wide national attention. "Montana Night" was included in a 1920 volume called Rhymes of a Homesteader. He moved to California to teach after the homestead boom ended.

>  Thanks to Mark Hufstetler for recommending this poem.  <