Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WIND, by EDNA E. SMITH First Line: Wind, weary wind, born without home Last Line: Wind, weary wind, nowhere to rest. Subject(s): Wind | ||||||||
Wind, weary wind, born without home Over the earth forever must roam, Driving the clouds, piling the snow, Wind through the sky ever must blow; Nowhere to rest when curtains draw low; On weary feet, crying and slow. Fitful and gusty his fever runs high; Angered to frenzy he goes raging by. Bold in his passion, his madness runs free, Screaming defiance to whom he may see; Fretting the treetops; vexing the plain; Over the mountain he rages insane. Furiously tossing on his stormy quest Hail from his lips and rain from his breast. Spent with his efforts, longing to die, Breathes in a whisper, moans in a sigh. Northward or eastward, southward or west, Wind, weary wind, nowhere to rest. | 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 |
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