The Pedestrian, by Ray Bradbury. Reflective poem of narrator forst "To enter out into that silence"

The time when technologies still comply

With the rules of nature, whereby

Listening to nightingales sing in twilight,

Walking down a leaves covered alley under moonlight,

To a writer, pedestrian at night

Did seem, a sight

Parallel to a dream of celestial light.

That dream has faded.

The pavements cover the earth,

Only grass finds in between the slabs of concrete its berth,

On a road rigid.

Cold and misty

The roads, empty.

Branches filled with invisible snow

Desolated metro.

Presence

Distance

Absence

Grievance

Silence.