Sunday, May 29, 2011

Poem from Coney Island - 1846

This was on the front page of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle:

Written for the Daily Eagle.

The Child, the Clouds, and Wind.

Emblems of life, where are ye fleeting,
     Shading the earth in your airy way ;
Now sailing lone, then far off meeting ;
     Whither go ye, summer clouds, say ?

We kiss the sky o'er the waves wild roaring,
     Dropping our tears where the sailor dies,
And up aloft with the storm-bird soaring,
     There child, we go, where the loud wind sighs !

Stay, wind, thy speed, where art thou flying,
     Bending the oak in thy pathless way ;
Then 'mong the leaves of the forest sighing,
     Where goest thou, spirit wind, say ?

I fly o'er the earth, from its blossoms stealing
     Fragrance to bear on my gentle wing ;
Then on the sea the sailor's doom sealing,
     I war with the waves and a requiem sing.


Coney Island, June 14, 1846

--Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Saturday, August 1, 1846

Kind of morbid, really, but I'm no judge of poetry.

So this Marion, whoever he or she was, got a poem published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle under editor Walt Whitman. Nicely done, Marion.

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