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  1. No, no, it is the three strange angels. For they bear wonder and magic and the sweet secret of life. Admit them, admit them. When we yield and allow the wind to blow through us, sometimes throwing us against the world, we become stronger, sharper. We find chinks in the walls, hidden spaces.

  2. What is the knocking at the door in the night? It's somebody wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them. © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes. Analysis (ai): This poem expresses the speaker's desire to surrender to the forces of change and renewal.

  3. The Song of a Man Who has Come Through. Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed.

  4. Song of a Man Who Has Come Through. Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed.

  5. Although Robert Hogan sees the second allusion, "the three strange angels," as a reference to the Hesperides, the insistence on " the three" suggests that a more likely source is an early passage in the Old Testament in which, as Jules Zanger says, "three angels disguised as man, are entertained by Abraham, and in which the Lord promises that the

  6. Oct 27, 2023 · No, no, it is the three strange angels. For they bear wonder and magic and the sweet secret of life. Admit them, admit them. When we yield and allow the wind to blow through us, sometimes throwing us against the world, we become stronger, sharper. We find chinks in the walls, hidden spaces.

  7. May 13, 2011 · What is the knocking at the door in the night? It's somebody wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them. Font size: Submitted on May 13, 2011. Modified on May 02, 2023. 51 sec read. 273 Views. David Herbert Lawrence was an English writer and poet.