Submitted by Bernadette on Fri, 07/16/2010 - 00:11


Dear child, hearken now

Thy thoughts hear wilts

Thou forget

The tempest thou bore

In thy song ever more


Now sing thyself asleep

With no wind or bird

To answer thy cry

Now search thee through the night

Till dismal bongs awaken thou slumber


I’ll sing thee a song

A song of the bread maker

And the song of the weaver

The song of the sailor

And the song of a tea maker


Dream thyself asleep

But hark! the words of a song

The words of a world still spinning…


Author's age when written


Oooh... *shivers*

This is a poem that definitely requires at least one re-read - and I LOVE re-readable poetry.  The lines "Now sing thyself asleep" and then the last verse were particularly haunting and resonant.

Come to think of it, you could build an entire story off of this...

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

This really blew me away!!! It sounds soo book-ish.... very story-ish.... LOVED IT!


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Ooohhh, I like. Thy, thee, thou are all great words!!!

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I was hoping it would go on and on, I liked it that much. :)

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief