Leah Bodine Drake

(December 22, 1914 – November 21, 1964 / Chanute, Kansas)

Changeling - Poem by Leah Bodine Drake

I am out on the wind
In the wild, black night;
On the wings of the owl
I take my flight,
On the ghostly wings of the great white owl;
And whether the night be fair or foul,
Or the moon be up or the thunder growl,
Happy I be,
Happy I be
When the changeling blood runs green in me!

When meek folk sleep
In their dull, soft beds,
I creep over roots
That the weasel treads,
Where the squat green lamps of the toadstools glow —
And only the fox knows the ways I go,
And nobody knows the things I know. . . .
Wise I be,
Wise I be
When the changeling blood runs green in me!

O Mother, slumber
And do not wake! . . .
Thin voices called
From the rain-wet brake,
And the child you cradled against your breast
Is out in the night on the black wind's crest,
For only the wild can give me rest. . . .
Sad I be,
Sad I be
When the changeling blood runs green in me.


Comments about Changeling by Leah Bodine Drake

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/16/2015 4:42:00 PM)


    I am out on the wind
    In the wild, black night;
    On the wings of the owl
    I take my flight,


    Sono fuori, sul vento
    Nella sfrenata, nera notte;
    Sulle ali della civetta
    Prendo il volo,
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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/16/2015 6:19:00 AM)


    a great poem, nice thought, you have presented your thoughts with beautiful images and words. thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015



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