Sunday, February 19, 2006

Poem #8: Oh Western Wind

One of my favorite poems is an Early English lyric by an unknown author. It is very short, but I find it extremely powerful and romantic:

Oh Western Wind, when wilt thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.

I wrote music to this poem decades ago, when I was in high school. Everytime I read it, I hear the simple tune in my head that I composed.

I hope you enjoy this gem.


Betty S said...

OMG! I've always loved that.

Poetry sings to me.
Absolutely vibrates through my soul with the timbre of a divine intonation.

If there is such a thing as a sacred language, I can guarantee you that it is spoken poetically.

Kelli McBride said...

Amen to that, Betty. My students in lit class are mostly NOT looking forward to starting poetry. I wish they could just free themselves of the limitations that prose places on us and really try to feel the meaning of the poem, let the rhythm sing through their veins. I've never been fond of most literary prose fiction. My favorites have always been poetry and drama - especially ancient and Elizabethan drama that uses the essence of poetry to tell the story.