Words for the Wind (fragment) by Theodore Roethke – a Pocket Poem

 

Wind

Under a southern wind,

The birds and fishes move

North, in a single stream;

The sharp stars swing around;

I get a step beyond

The wind, and there I am,

I’m odd and full of love.

 

Wisdom, where is it found?–

Those who embrace, believe.

Whatever was, still is,

Says a song tied to a tree.

Below, on the ferny ground,

In rivery air, at ease,

I walk with my true love.

 

What time’s my heart? I care.

I cherish what I have

Had of the temporal:

I am no longer young

But the winds and waters are;

What falls away will fall;

All things bring me to love.

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