At Night
The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like the seas,
These elemental, loud necessities
Which call to her to answer their swift might.
Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
So suffer me this one night to enjoy
The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
~~
Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
from A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass, 1912
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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"At Night" read by Shakira. Courtesy PoemsCafe.
Such a pleasure George to be read to and to just listen with ease (video). Love this: "... And my mind, / O Star! is filled with your white light, from far..." To dream upon a star, light shining brightly in the darkness, a timeless symbolic metaphor, thought provoking, always. Causes one to pause. This is what poetry does so well, causes the reader to pause and think. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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