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Poetry Friday: The Wind Sleepers by H.D.

October 20th, 2017 (06:00 am)

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

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 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

- The Wind Sleepers by H.D.

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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)

You could write that!

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