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“Rest Less”, a poem by Rob MacWolf
Today I’m reading a poem written by Rob MacWolf, who has actually once been struck by lightning.
Cold clouds coiling around the pregnant moon.
Night is calling to me. It is rising. It is soon.
Secret scents nocturnal up are swelling, and above
The moon rolls like a mirror of the face of her I love.
I will not go outside tonight, will nor unbar the door.
Much as I love the moon above I love my pillow more.
Dusk depths deepen, but my quilt is just as deep.
Tonight will I lie warm beneath the secret seal of sleep.
Long yards yearning as the night wears on:
A room becomes a furlong after the light is gone.
Strong ways winding on familiar hills
All still to be discovered. When the fire chills
The ashes seem the silver streak across the open plain
When green is gone and blue is gone and black and white remain.
Sweet grass sweating out a liquid cold.
Close clothes fretting, but my will will hold.
Though out upon the mountains I have gone questing oft,
My eyes are very weary and my bed is very soft.
The midnight wind is bracing as a wine of molten red:
I have no need of either. I am already in bed.
Silence sits as even as summer sifted sand,
Peace, forgetfulness, and bliss are all within my hand,
When drifts a wandering whistle across the fluid night,
Its tone is very heavy, its voice is very light.
It carries, calls, and choruses from engine cloud to me.
It rings the glassy silver rails that lead down to the sea.
It howls and harmonizes with the songs of yesterday
That also echoed off the moon. And sleep is far away.
The train is gone, the whistle fades. She will have heard it too.
I am already doing it: I know what I must do.
Tall trees rustling as I unlock the door
Where every night I thrill to think I may return no more.
Wild wind whispers of the wildest paths we trod
Where in moonshadows darkly we may see the face of God.
Brisk breeze bracing on my heavy hanging tongue.
Sward is soft between my toes, the blades are new and young.
Scant breath skitters across my shivering skin.
The leaves smell sweet around me and savory within.
Cold clouds clearing as the moon sails on.
It lights the open threshold, I am already gone.
Wind wakes wildly and ruffles up my fur:
I think I’ll go outside tonight, and take a walk with her.
Transcript
You’re listening to the Voice of Dog. I’m Khaki, your faithful fireside companion,
Speaker:and Today I’m reading a poem written by Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:who has actually once been struck by lightning.
Please enjoy:“Rest Less”, a peom by Rob MacWolf
Please enjoy:Cold clouds coiling around the pregnant moon.
Please enjoy:Night is calling to me.
Please enjoy:It is rising. It is soon.
Please enjoy:Secret scents nocturnal up are swelling, and above
Please enjoy:The moon rolls like a mirror
Please enjoy:of the face of her I love.
Please enjoy:I will not go outside tonight, will nor unbar the door.
Please enjoy:Much as I love the moon above
Please enjoy:I love my pillow more.
Please enjoy:Dusk depths deepen,
Please enjoy:but my quilt is just as deep.
Please enjoy:Tonight will I lie warm
Please enjoy:beneath the secret seal of sleep.
Please enjoy:Long yards yearning
Please enjoy:as the night wears on:
Please enjoy:A room becomes a furlong after the light is gone.
Please enjoy:Strong ways winding on familiar hills
Please enjoy:All still to be discovered.
Please enjoy:When the fire chills
Please enjoy:The ashes seem the silver streak
Please enjoy:across the open plain
Please enjoy:When green is gone and blue is gone and black and white remain.
Please enjoy:Sweet grass sweating out a liquid cold.
Please enjoy:Close clothes fretting,
Please enjoy:but my will will hold. Though
Please enjoy:out upon the mountains I have gone questing oft,
Please enjoy:My eyes are very weary and my bed is very soft.
Please enjoy:The midnight wind is bracing
Please enjoy:as a wine of molten red:
Please enjoy:I have no need of either.
Please enjoy:I am already in bed.
Please enjoy:Silence sits as even as summer sifted sand,
Please enjoy:Peace, forgetfulness, and bliss are all within my hand,
Please enjoy:When drifts a wandering whistle
Please enjoy:across the fluid night,
Please enjoy:Its tone is very heavy,
Please enjoy:its voice is very light.
Please enjoy:It carries, calls, and choruses from engine cloud to me.
Please enjoy:It rings the glassy silver rails that lead down to the sea.
Please enjoy:It howls and harmonizes with the songs of yesterday That also echoed off the moon.
Please enjoy:And sleep is far away.
Please enjoy:The train is gone, the whistle fades.
Please enjoy:She will have heard it too.
Please enjoy:I am already doing it:
Please enjoy:I know what I must do.
Please enjoy:Tall trees rustling
Please enjoy:as I unlock the door
Please enjoy:Where every night I thrill to think
Please enjoy:I may return no more.
Please enjoy:Wild wind whispers of the wildest paths we trod
Please enjoy:Where in moonshadows darkly we may see the face of God.
Please enjoy:Brisk breeze bracing on my heavy
Please enjoy:hanging tongue. Sward is soft between my toes,
Please enjoy:the blades are new and young.
Please enjoy:Scant breath skitters across my shivering skin.
Please enjoy:The leaves smell sweet around me
Please enjoy:and savory within.
Please enjoy:Cold clouds clearing
Please enjoy:as the moon sails on.
Please enjoy:It lights the open threshold,
Please enjoy:I am already gone.
Please enjoy:Wind wakes wildly
Please enjoy:and ruffles up my fur:
Please enjoy:I think I’ll go outside tonight,
Please enjoy:and take a walk with her.
Please enjoy:Thank you for listening
Please enjoy:to The Voice of Dog.