Tag: wind
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Autumn
Yakov (Dzhek) Gordon The sky today is a radiantpale blueand lamb-cloud white.The sun is smilingits last, sorrowful smile. Trees stand sick and bowed,hands black and dead,eyes golden-browed.Bare and toweringthey are in the dreamof their final dreaming. All night long the winds torefrom the trees their last aliveness,their last exquisiteness,and laughing wildlyand drunk with passionand full…
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The Song of the Chimney Sweeper
Oo-hoo-hoo wind in the chimney / I hear a sadness time / I hear a black, dark dead long note / The chimney sweeper’s own love song
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Don’t Cry Child
Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand