| Wind-blown (1917) by |
| from 'Poetry, August 1917 |
Wind-blown[]
Trees in the wind, Lititz, Pennyslvani, 1942. Photo by Margery Collins (1912-1985). Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
<poem>
I
My heart
Rooted like the tree, Like the tree reaches out yearning arms Clutching at the wind.
II Out of a universe of things
Two only Give me any measure of peace: Rain That shuts you out, And wind That bears me away.
III
If for one hour,
One hour when the sunset is live gold, I might be a little wind Running with gray feet along the edge of the world, Could I not forget For one hour?
This poem is in the public domain