Winters winds chime ancestral wails
and glide auretic melodies
That swail the earth in whitewash gales
And cling the foam of memories
In hearts that dwell with icy peace
It whispers through my windowpane
swaying majestic barren tides
That call from realms no mortal sang
And bring with it the halls of time
The choir of the Arctic Sirens
It is the sound of ghost in thunder
cry in legions of one voice
And though it wraiths leave me asunder
It echoes in a willowing hoist
A bittersweet snows cape paradise
Hear its spell succumb my ether
Into its ancient symphony
And though my bones its cold will wither
It warms my north-man blood to sleep
I will dance its eternal cacophony
I live in Minnesota (in the southern part) so I can fully appreciate this poem which celebrates (I think that's the right word) the ARCTIC SIRENS of the winds. For the past two days they've been howling outside my apartment creating almost exactly the situation of your poem. The movement of your poem seem to come to rest in a place identified as A BITTERSWEET SNOWS CAPE PARADISE. I reminded of one of Hart Crane's VOYAGES which also comes to rest in the northland in the phrase THE SEAL'S WIDE SPINDRIFT GAZE TOWARD PARADISE. But your poem has one last action which strikes me as particularly brave I WILL DANCE (THE WIND'S) CAUCOPHANY. This will surely be a shamanic dance of union with those winds.
Winter wind whispers through my windowpane makes me amazing and special feelings come in mind. Beautiful as well as wonderful poem shared.
This is a very sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?
This is a very sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?
This is a very sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?
.........oh I should have waited for summer to read this poem....your pen has worked magic....I could feel the coldness of winter....still I loved it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful winds of winter whisper through windowpane. Very nice imagery shines in your composition. Beautiful poem.