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By Jack Joseph Smith

Time, you have no right to my menory Dare wind dare Call when my hand is over my cheek Resting my ear From the silence So loud Before and after the now Dare wind dare Resemble my agony when you think me weakened At the sight of your voices Over shambles behind and longing beyond But an ash dropping slowly In the late night with barely a dimness above Dare wind dare Plead that it is you I seek When spirit has gone away And this breeze does not touch my spine With shivers of saintly darkness In spiritual sacrifice beneath Dare wind dare Flutter me away to the floor of the deep In a moment I am falling to Twisted in fear of ghost beams: Moving along the crack of a frozen door: Where lies the shadowed ice of terrible sin. Burning between us

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

An address to time and wind becomes a struggle against memory, spiritual abandonment, and the fear of being pulled into cold, sinful depths.

The repeated dare wind dare sounds defiant, but it also admits how vulnerable the speaker is to voices, shambles behind, and longing beyond. Silence is paradoxically loud, so the atmosphere presses on the body through cheek, ear, spine, ash, and frozen door. What burns between us is never named directly, which makes the closing sense of separation and guilt feel sharper.

Claude

Incantatory night piece with refrain 'Dare wind dare', the speaker asking the wind to touch him where spirit has withdrawn.

The poem uses the refrain as a breath-setter rather than a chorus, and the spaces between stanzas are where the breath is taken. 'Resting my ear from the silence so loud' is the phrase that pins the poem to the body; the silence is not peaceful. The close — 'Burning between us' — lets the poem be a small erotic address to weather, which is what it has been pretending not to be.