Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NORTH WIND, SOUTH WIND, by MARY BISHOP BULLARD First Line: The north wind comes romping and racing Last Line: And make them angry or sad! Subject(s): Wind | ||||||||
The north wind comes romping and racing, -- It rumples my hair and my dress. It snatches away all my playthings, -- Makes me angry, I'll confess. My Grandfather says that the east wind Makes his "rheumatiz feel very bad"; He calls it the "wind melancholy" -- And says it makes everyone sad. But the south wind comes tripping so lightly, Blows kisses to my hair and lips, Joins so gently in the game I am playing That I'm glad to my fingertips. How much better to be like the south wind, And to make little children be glad, Than to be like the north or the east winds, And make them angry or sad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |
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