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Poetry Friday: The Wind Sleepers by H.D.

October 20th, 2017 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez

Whiter
than the crust
left by the tide,
we are stung by the hurled sand
and the broken shells.

We no longer sleep
in the wind-
we awoke and fled
through the city gate.

Tear-
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones-
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
propitiate us.

Chant in a wail
that never halts,
pace a circle and pay tribute
with a song.

When the roar of a dropped wave
breaks into it,
pour meted words
of sea-hawks and gull
sand sea-birds that cry
discords.

- The Wind Sleepers by H.D.

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Comments

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: October 21st, 2017 12:05 pm (UTC)

I always associate big wind with prairie (having grown up there) rather than ocean! That would make for a whole different poem!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: October 21st, 2017 02:39 pm (UTC)
books

You could write that!

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