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Sunday, July 30, 2023

At Night / Amy Lowell


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]

Amy Lowell biography

"At Night" read by Shakira. Courtesy PoemsCafe.

1 comment:

  1. 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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