Blow wind Blow

By Parson Thru
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Blow, wind, blow!
Your chorus and your overture
The howling pain of every soul
Moans against my window
Rage, storm, rage!
You are the spirit of the age
The fire that burns across the page
A darkening of the stage
Fly, birds, fly!
Take a message to the sky
Carry every anguished cry
That’s uttered as we die
And if, by chance, you find the sun
Ask it where the love has gone
Why beauty falls before the gun
And should you hear the answer, please
Whisper gently to the breeze
To pass it down among the trees
And bear it in a single tongue across the seas
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I loved this again - it has
I loved this again - it has something really classy about it - Hardy / Frost / Thomas can't place it but I love it.
I don't like the line: 'How long until the world will live as one' which I think is a bit trite and distracts from the rest of the poem.
If it was me (and of course it isn't!) I would end on the word 'gun' and delete the rest from there down, giving the piece a powerful 'end focus'.
Just going to end by saying that I really love this again, because I really do. Really.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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bit of wind and everyone is
bit of wind and everyone is spouting poetry. Ha. liked it.
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Splendiferous PT...and I'm
Splendiferous PT...and I'm suffering with the wind too or rather my garden fence is.
Seriously though, great stuff. Enjoyed.
Tina
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Love the energy of it, turn
Love the energy of it, turn that force into something good.
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