After Auden
DAVID ROSENHEIM



The winds must come from somewhere when they blow
The water claims the shore, the cliff, the road
I could protect you if they told me what they know

In ‘51 the Snug Harbor bungalow 
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow
Raised their son as best as they could know

He, an astronomer measured the cold
Distance from galaxy to galaxy and back home
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow

She, a sculptor fingers pressing clay to show
The holy three the father, son and howling ghost
The shepherd’s see, the splintered tree, the crow

The soil poor, the drought, the war
Their spoiled son or starved and twisted had he grown
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow

I could protect you if they told me what they know







An executive coach and professional songwriter, DAVID ROSENHEIM lives in a solar-powered house by the sea with his wife and two boys. The Weather Band, Hugh, and Winchester Revival have released his songs on seven critically lauded records, and his poetry has been published in journals including Frigg and Common Ground. He is a graduate of Oxford University. 



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