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Grace III

January 5, 2005

10/1984


When the wild wind blows over
And the fields of gold are
Dark and dusty with dew


And the sun is all hidden
By clouds, overridden
Like a cup overrunning with dew.


Only then, and then only
Will angels, never lonely
Sing praises of my love for you.


And the wild wind will lull
And the sun will shine full
All for my love for you.

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3 comments

  1. This comment moved from the old blog site — original date lost.

    Excellent use of repetition. Assonance. Alliteration. It’s a highly technical piece, obviously, but the feeling shines through strongly.

    By the way, where do you most prefer to see comments/criticism, here or on the Yahoo Poetry Group?


  2. This comment moved from the old blog site — original date lost.

    Here is great (and preferred) so I have an ongoing record. Thanks for the complement and the question!


  3. This comment moved from the old blog site — original date lost.

    I love this!! The form and rhyme scheme of this are so great, very simple,
    but very great! I love the image of being “dusty with dew”, the repetition
    of the last lines of each verse is very effective as well. An excellent
    piece, one of my favorites for sure!



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