Western wind, when wilt thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
Also see V. Penelop Pelizzon’s response-poem:
Thunder woke us.
Then we lay
awake in darkness,
listening to the rain.
Read rest of poem at Poetry Daily
This photograph is by Brian Kiss. It was taken at Rhode Island’s Watch Hill Beach in 2014. At the time he was asked to find a compliment for “Western Wind” Brian was in a long distance relationship, as he and his fiancee had to live apart from each other due to work. The wistfulness of the poem and photograph suit each other.
Brian Kiss is a photographer and staff member of Sterling Memorial Library at Yale University. He studied photography at Clark University and upon graduating was offered the opportunity to go on the road with a friend’s band.
Always having camera in hand, those years on tour are well documented and although he hung up his tour shoes years ago for the library, the camera remains a constant. He is currently finalizing a book of G. Owen Bonawit’s stained glass work
that adorns the nave of the Sterling Memorial Library.
This is first in a series of Tribrach artist/poem pairings.