Monday, April 18, 2011

Evening Song

Wind and Rain




Evening Song

Sing me far a song tonight;
take from me these things I know.
Fly my soul a summer bird
the wind has asked to fall like snow.

Sing me far don’t stop for breath;
take away the things I’ve done.
Let my heart break up at last
a sea fret gone in ragged sun.

April 2011



Photo: Wind and Rain, by Petteri Sulonen
Petteri Sulonen's flickr stream



13 comments:

  1. I hereby pronounce myself a song, a sunny mist-burning one, and take away all you've done -- only the naughty stuff tho. :) And while I'm at it, I'll sing away the stuff I've done too.

    xoxo

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  2. Witchy, this made my eyes sting. "Fly my soul a summer bird"...that's lovely. Forgive me I've read it wrong, but it is saying to me that living fills us with too much knowledge sometimes, too much experience, until it all wearies, and weighs, and we wish for some kind of cleansing and return to a natural state. That's how it read to me anyway, and it moved me. Beautifully done.

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  3. sigh...sing on song bird...i think i might just sit and listen...

    and you are slipping, you did not get an A++

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  4. Yes, "fly my soul a summer bird" got me too, and "sing me far a song tonight".......so wistful.........the form, the meter, the words, all perfection. Love it to pieces.

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  5. Beautiful, although it should make us sad; if you were the object of the poem, so many would miss the pleasure you give with your own "songs".

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  6. Fireblossoms comment was longer than your poem!

    Your poem was just how I like em Short and Sweet!

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  7. How beautiful, Hedge! The cadence and rhyme are perfect! "Fly my soul a summer bird" and "a sea fret gone in ragged sun"--just lovely!

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  8. In Freud's book, we are ruled by eros and thanatos, the life-instinct and the death-instinct. Addition and reduction, repetition towards an end: thanatos rules the center of this poem, but it is a celebration, a letting go: of ballast, feeling a certain relief that the work's done, that it's OK -- natural -- to let go, letting fall the walls which kept us out of the fluid freedom for so long. Nothing like letting a full life fully go, and this song's a celebration of that. - Brendan

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  9. This is so delicate and lovely. I really like this one.

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  10. This is no poem but a prayer. And one to which I can say Selah, amen.

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  11. Just wanted to catch up with you...so much packed into this poem--a lifetime, the way I see it.

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  12. It does sound like a beautiful prayer-- one I might borrow.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg