Sunday Poem Series

by Freddie on August 23, 2009

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!

{ 2 comments }

1 sam August 24, 2009 at 6:35 am

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 away

2 sam August 24, 2009 at 6:38 am

Ah damn html. That should read

The reeds give [break]
way to the[break]

wind and give[break]
the wind away [break]

Sorry — sam

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