Array ( [sid] => 92892 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => An ode to the Wind [time] => 2005-05-01 04:28:45 [hometext] => This poem is written in praise of the wind, which acts as a leverage between birth and death. [bodytext] => Hey! Breezy wind, thou breathe of Seasons being
You carry leaves, like waves from ocean sailing
When its sunny, I see you yellow
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou
Become hectic red, when its noon
Grow dark as soon as you see the moon
Who is the chariotest to your dark wintry bed?
Thou from whose absence, the leaves are dead
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
You carry the winged seeds, lying cold and low
Until thine azure, sister of spring shall blow
You are the clarion for the dreaming earth
Like the spirit, move everywhere and has no dearth
Carry the vapors as clouds from whose solid atmosphere
Rain and hail will burst, hear, O hear!
If I should be the dead leaf, thou mightiest bear
To be a swift cloud to fly with thee and share thy power
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need
Lift me as clouds, fell upon thorns of life, I bleed!
You could drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Scatter my words as ashes from hearth among mankind
If its winter now, can spring be far behind?

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An ode to the Wind
Date: Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 04:28:45 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: girish
Hey! Breezy wind, thou breathe of Seasons being
You carry leaves, like waves from ocean sailing
When its sunny, I see you yellow
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou
Become hectic red, when its noon
Grow dark as soon as you see the moon
Who is the chariotest to your dark wintry bed?
Thou from whose absence, the leaves are dead
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
You carry the winged seeds, lying cold and low
Until thine azure, sister of spring shall blow
You are the clarion for the dreaming earth
Like the spirit, move everywhere and has no dearth
Carry the vapors as clouds from whose solid atmosphere
Rain and hail will burst, hear, O hear!
If I should be the dead leaf, thou mightiest bear
To be a swift cloud to fly with thee and share thy power
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need
Lift me as clouds, fell upon thorns of life, I bleed!
You could drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Scatter my words as ashes from hearth among mankind
If its winter now, can spring be far behind?



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