Thou Breath of Autumn’s Being
Don’t you love this phrase for the winds, my friends? Remember the ferocious wind of 2009 in Cincinnati? Trees down, electric blown out for days. Will we be visited by such winds again?
Below is the first verse of a famous poem by Shelley:
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the dead leaves
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow and black and pale, and hectic red,
O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
Hello, friends again. Wordpress has its struggles. The beautiful poem above was to have been a prelude to this post of mine about other concerns. About Baby Bernie, for instance. Isn’t this a funny photo of our man? It’s traveling the web, I understand, and yes, I’m at work for Bernie — in my fashion.
As for the DEBATE, the full horror of this failing country we saw on debate night. Big media (CNN) staged the debate, asked the questions, and then told us who won! Wasn’t Bernie, you understand. He was too angry, it was said. Hey, I’ll take anger any day over smooth — which is what Hillary Clinton was said to be. Some say we cannot possibly elect a socialist Jew, but others say, “Well, we celebrate one every year on December 25!”
Now look here, you guys: a little bit of good news. Ohio will not poison anybody to death this year — or the next. I was with our Walk to Stop Executions a few weeks ago, and we got quite a lot of publicity. We walked on the shoulder of Route 23, and some of our guys did walk a whole week — from Lucasville in southern Ohio, where executions take place, to the state capitol in Columbus, at 13 miles a day! I walked only a few days, but I loved being with this group. I probably slowed them down a little. Here’s a picture of myself and Derrick Jamison, our exonoree who had come within two hours of being executed a few years ago. I look like his kid, don’t I? Derrick is six feet five and I’m two feet one!
Now we may be turning against the death penalty, and I think so very sadly and angrily about Kelly Gissendaner, who was murdered by the State of Georgia a few weeks ago — a woman who had done no one any harm in 17 years, had counseled many younger women in prison, had studied theology and earned a degree. Then — poisoned to death singing Amazing Grace. Her last discernible sound was her plea to the almighty “to save a wretch like me.”
We can’t seem to grow up in this country and stop doing cruel and dumb things. Or — if you disagree, let me know below, will you?