from Songs of Many Moods
Wind-blown
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?
Wind-blown
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?
~~
Muna Lee (1895-1965)
from Poetry, August 1917
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
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