An ill wind brings no fortune
when it blows your way
and if you see it coming
close up your shudders and boards
and hope it will pass by
leaving you to your own accord.
Be always ever vigilant
for an ill wind
that might just pass your way.
It leaves only misfortunes and misery
we can all do without today.
If you see one on the horizon,
shelter until it has gone away.
As an ill wind brings no fortune
whenever it blows your way.
This is one of my favorite metaphors which you have made the theme of your poem. It is too bad we can't just see them coming, eh? (smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating that the proverb written in the 16th century should still be recognizable today. And what a fine subject for a poem. There's no doubt about you David, you can turn 'anything' into a poem. I guess it's because you have a sensitivity to every moment and an abiding interest in sharing your world. Incidentally, re your title, it was Thomas Beecham, I think, who made the comment (in relation to blowing the French horn, which is fiendishly difficult to play) - 'the wind that nobody blows good'. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥