Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WIND, by BENNETT WEAVER First Line: The sea, the hurtling sea is at the shore Last Line: Through the eternal spaces of my soul! Subject(s): Nature; Wind | ||||||||
The sea, the hurtling sea is at the shore; The grey rocks shatter by our cottage door; The sea is mighty, like a broken mind; But who is this who shouts out of the wind? A dweller only in the shoreless sky, Or where the mountains rise terrific high? I know the voice; I hear his thunder roll Through all the coastless reaches of my soul. God's in the wind! God is in the wind! The sea is but lank water going blind. I know the voice! I hear the thunder roll Through the eternal spaces of my soul! | 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 |
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