Ode to the Storm you took it
in your hands, great storm,
Last night
put all your winds to work
she
blowing their horns,
came,
set the whole night
livid,
galloping with its horses,
night-blue,
all the ice whistling,
wine-red:
the wild
the tempest
trees
with her
groaning in misery
hair of water,
like prisoners,
eyes of cold fire-
the earth
last night she wanted
moaning, a woman
to sleep on earth.
giving birth,
She came all of a sudden
in a single blow
newly unleashed
you blotted out
out of her furious planet,
the noise of grass
her cavern in the sky;
or stars,
she longed for sleep
tore
and made her bed:
the numbed silence
sweeping jungles and highways,
like a handkerchief-
sweeping mountains,
the world filled
washing ocean stones,
with sound, fury and fire,
and then
and when the lightning flashes
as if they were feathers,
fell like hair
ravaging pine trees
from your shining forehead,
to make her bed.
fell like swords
She took the lightning
from your warrior's belt
from her quiver of fire,
and when we were about to think
dropped thunderclaps
that the world was ending,
like great barrels.
then,
All of a sudden
rain,
there was a silence:
rain,
a single leaf
only
gliding on air
rain,
like a flying violin-
all earth, all
then,
sky,
before
at rest,
it touched the earth,
the night
fell, bleeding to death to your star
on human sleep, and rain,
nothing but rain, green rain,
water rain full
of time and sky: of dreams and seeds,
nothing had fallen mother
except a broken branch, of harvests
an empty nest. rain,
world-washing rain,
With your musical draining it,
fingers, making it new,
with your hell-roar, rain for us men
your fire and for the seeds,
of volcanoes at night, rain
you played for the forgetting
at lifting a leaf, of the dead
gave strength to rivers, and for
taught tomorrow's bread-
men only the rain
to be men, you left behind,
the weak to fear, water and music,
the tender to cry, for this,
the windows I love you
to rattle- storm,
but reckon with me,
when come back,
you prepared to destroy us, when wake me up,
like a dagger illuminate me,
fury fell from the sky, show me your path
when all the light so that the chosen voice,
and shadow trembled the stormy voice of man
and the pines devoured may join and sing your song with you.
themselves howling
on the edge of the midnight sea,
you, delicate storm,
my betrothed,
wild as you were,
did us no wrong:
but returned
