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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG TO MY SON, by RICHARD DEHMEL
First Line: About my father's house, - the gale
Last Line: Beats—
Subject(s): Fathers & Sons
First Line: About my father's house, - the gale
Last Line: Beats—
Subject(s): Fathers & Sons
About my father's house,—the gale,
my heart out in the night, a flail,
beats; thus I used to wake and quail
before tossed forests as a child.
My little son, oh, hear the storm
that roars about you, cradled, warm,
and through your dream—my words, wind-borne and wild.
Once I too laughed in childish sleep,
my son, not waked by lightning's leap,
by thunder's bellow, south-wind's sweep;
till one grey night.
Through the dark forest storm-winds roar
as then, as when I heard them soar
and like my father's voice they stirred my fright.
Hear, how the bristling tree-tops speak
and bow their buds with windy shriek;
my son, above your cradle's creak
the mad storm laughs—oh, hear anew!
He never bowed himself in fear!
Through the blown boughs he rumbles—hear;
Be you! be you!
And if your father should, one day,
my son, for filial duty pray,
do not obey, do not obey:
hear how the storm brews Spring in green retreats!
Hear, round my father's house,—the gale;
my heart out in the night, a flail,
beats—
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