Whistle under the water, Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute. I call the bluebirds' song into the water: Week-kee! Wee-kee-kee! Dawn is coming, The morning star shines upon us. Bluebird singing to the West clouds, Bring the humming rain. Water-rattles shake, Flute whistles, Star in Heaven shines. I blow the oriole's song, The yellow song of the North. I call rain clouds with my rattles: Wee-kee-kee, oriole. Pattering rain. To the South I blow my whistle, To the red parrot of the South I call. Send red lightning, Under your wings The forked lightning. Thunder-rattles whirl To the sky waters. Fill the springs. The water is moving. Wait -- Whistle to the East With a magpie voice. Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee! Call the storm-clouds That they come rushing. Call the loud rain. Why does it not come? Who is bad? Whose heart is evil? Who has done wickedness? I weep, I rend my garments, I grieve for the sin which is in this place. My flute sobs with the voice of all birds in the water. Even to the six directions I weep and despair. Come, O winds, from the sides of the sky, Open your bird-beaks that rain may fall down. Drench our fields, our houses, Fill the land With tumult of rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COWBOY'S DANCE SONG by JAMES BARTON ADAMS TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PRE-ADAMITE WORLD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |