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Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)
e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007
How to cite this e-Edition
of Grove's The DIRGE
II. "What wafts the wind..."[25]
by
Frederick Philip Grove
"nought we know dies"
What wafts the wind upon its midnight breath?
It whispers tidings in its silken tune:
To nought we know comes such a thing as death;
Air, water, soil--these are from death immune.
And that from which thy laughter sprang and mirth,
Thy searching thought which knew yet had to learn
To adapt itself to strange ways on this earth,
Thy heart which clearly did our hearts discern--
That should, because a mechanism broke
And would no longer function, cease to be?
Was it a mechanism which awoke
In me the love in which I haboured thee?
What wafts the wind upon its midnight breath?
It bears, transformed, soft rain from out the sea
And spins a message that there is no death,
That what once was, transformed, must ever be.
In Memoriam 15/33 |
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Grove, Frederick Philip. POEMS:
In Memoriam Phyllis May Grove. THE DIRGE (IM15,1-33).
e-Edition, Gaby Divay. Winnipeg: UM Archives & Special
Collections, ©2007.
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