The Wind the River Roils Well

September 23, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate.

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A philosophical poem in which the wind is a symbol of inexorable fate:

The wind the river roils well
And rocks like shells the boats offshore.
Reeds and cattails thrash and turn
As willows loose their streaming hair.

Soon the storm shall strip them bare
And wash downstream the whiplike ferns.
The river past its banks shall pour
And misery reduce to hell.

So do we all await the power
That rises with the rising wind.
The air electric sings of woe,
And darkness like a dirge descends.

Well do we know our fate depends
On more than we will ever know.
Nor will nor prayer that fate rescinds
Though grace attends each anxious hour.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/thewin.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Fate
September 21: Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine
September 22: Forty-Five Walks Along the Shore
September 23: The Wind the River Roils Well