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| WEST wind, blow from your prairie nest, | |
| Blow from the mountains, blow from the west. | |
| The sail is idle, the sailor too; | |
| O wind of the west, we wait for you! | |
| Blow, blow! | 5 |
| I have wooed you so, | |
| But never a favor you bestow. | |
| You rock your cradle the hills between, | |
| But scorn to notice my white lateen. | |
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| I stow the sail and unship the mast: | 10 |
| I wooed you long, but my wooing’s past; | |
| My paddle will lull you into rest: | |
| O drowsy wind of the drowsy west, | |
| Sleep, sleep! | |
| By your mountains steep, | 15 |
| Or down where the prairie grasses sweep, | |
| Now fold in slumber your laggard wings, | |
| For soft is the song my paddle sings. | |
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| August is laughing across the sky, | |
| Laughing while paddle, canoe and I | 20 |
| Drift, drift, | |
| Where the hills uplift | |
| On either side of the current swift. | |
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| The river rolls in its rocky bed, | |
| My paddle is plying its way ahead, | 25 |
| Dip, dip, | |
| When the waters flip | |
| In foam as over their breast we slip. | |
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| And oh, the river runs swifter now; | |
| The eddies circle about my bow: | 30 |
| Swirl, swirl! | |
| How the ripples curl | |
| In many a dangerous pool awhirl! | |
| And far to forward the rapids roar, | |
| Fretting their margin for evermore; | 35 |
| Dash, dash, | |
| With a mighty crash, | |
| They seethe and boil and bound and splash. | |
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| Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe! | |
| The reckless waves you must plunge into. | 40 |
| Reel, reel, | |
| On your trembling keel, | |
| But never a fear my craft will feel. | |
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| We’ve raced the rapids; we’re far ahead: | |
| The river slips through its silent bed. | 45 |
| Sway, sway, | |
| As the bubbles spray | |
| And fall in tinkling tunes away. | |
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| And up on the hills against the sky, | |
| A fir tree rocking its lullaby | 50 |
| Swings, swings, | |
| Its emerald wings, | |
Swelling the song that my paddle sings.
This poem is written by a Native American woman, E. Pauline Johnson. I like the feel of the paddle, and can feel both the rush of the rapids, and the peacefulness of the calm before and after. |
