I am a god of winds that are! I sally forth through gates ajar— My mad, wild hounds will run and leap; They scatter leaves like frightened sheep, While I ride in my cloud-capped car. I come from icy wastes afar That gleam beneath a polar star— I do not sow—I only reap, I am a god! I gather power to tear and mar, Then leave a lasting, wicked scar; I scuttle down a craggy steep, High mountain and broad prairie sweep; Armed with my flashing scimitar. I am a god! —S. D. STATE FAIR, SECOND PRIZE. 1932 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |