My song! It is time! Wider! Bolder! Spread the arms! Have done with finger pointing. Open windows even for the cold To come whistling in, blowing the curtains: We have looked out through glass Long enough, my song. Now, knowing the wind's knack, We can make little of daring: Has not laughter in the house corners Spoken of it -- the blind horse: Has not every chink whispered How she rides biting its ears, How she drives it in secret? Therefore my song -- bolder! Let in the wind! Open the windows! Embrace the companion That is whistling, waiting Impatiently to receive us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD by HERMAN MELVILLE WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |