Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I-BRASIL, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: There's sorrow on the wind, my grief, theres' sorrow on the wind Last Line: Far away, far away. Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Death; Future Life; Grief; Old Age; Peace; Singing & Singers; Wind; Dead, The; Retribution; Eternity; After Life; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
There's sorrow on the wind, my grief, there's sorrow on the wind, Old and grey! I hear it whispering, calling, where the last stars touch the sea, Where the cloud creeps down the hill, and the leaf shakes on the tree, There's sorrow on the wind and it's calling low to me Come away! Come away! There's sorrow in the world, O wind, there's sorrow in my heart Night and day: So why should I not listen to the song you sing to me? The hill cloud falls away in rain, the leaf whirls from the tree, And peace may live in I-Brasîl where the last stars touch the sea Far away, far away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE |
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