Love and Relationships
The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind;
And a stable door was banging, again and again,
That he must go and shut it, leaving me
Stupid in candlelight, hearing rain,
Seeing my face in the twisted candlestick,
Yet seeing nothing. When he came back
He said the horses were restless, and I was sad
That any man or beast that night should lack
The happiness that I had.
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Now in the day
All’s ravelled under the sun by the wind’s blowing.
He has gone to look at the floods, and I
Carry a chipped pail to the chicken-run,
Set it down, and stare. All is the wind
Hunting through clouds and forests, thrashing
Can it be borne, this bodying-forth by wind
Of joy my actions turn on, like a thread
Carrying beads? Shall I be let to sleep
Now this perpetual morning shares my bed?
Can even death dry up
These new delighted lakes, conclude
Our kneeling as cattle by all-generous waters?
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The ^^wind^^ blew all ^^my^^ wedding day
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And ^^my^^ wedding-night was the night of the ^^high wind^^,
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And a stable door was banging, ^^again^^ and ^^again^^,
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That he must go and shut it, leaving me
^^Stupid^^ in candlelight, hearing ^^rain^^
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Seeing my face in the ^^twisted^^ candlestick
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^^Yet seeing nothing^^. When he came back
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He said the horses were restless, and ^^I was sad^^
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That any man or beast that night should ^^lack^^
The happiness I ^^had^^.
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^^Now^^ in the day
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All’s ^^ravelled^^ under the sun by ^^the wind’s blowing^^
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He has gone to look at the floods, and I
Carry a chipped pail to the chicken-run,
Set it down, and stare. All is the ^^wind^^
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^^Hunting^^ through clouds and forests, thrashing
My apron and the hanging cloths on the line.
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Can it be borne, this bodying-forth by wind
Of joy my actions turn on, ^^like a thread^^
Carrying beads^^?^^ Shall I be let to ^^sleep^^
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Now this ^^perpetual morning^^ shares my bed^^?^^
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Can even death dry up
These new delighted lakes, conclude
Our kneeling as cattle by all-generous waters^^?^^
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