Sunday Poem Series
The Wind
by James Stephens
The wind stood up, and gave a shout;
He whistled on his fingers, and
Kicked the withered leaves about,
And thumped the branches with his hand,
And said he’d kill, and kill, and kill;
And so he will! And so he will!
I’ve always thought this poem, by A.R. Ammons , was just about perfect:
Small Song
The reeds giveway to the
wind and givethe wind awayReport
Ah damn html. That should read
The reeds give [break]
way to the[break]
wind and give[break]
the wind away [break]
Sorry — samReport