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Famous Short Wind Poems. Short Wind Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Wind Poems. Short Wind Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Wind short poems

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by Yosa Buson

Evening wind

 Evening wind:
water laps
 the heron's legs.


by A R Ammons

Small Song

 The reeds give
way to the

wind and give
the wind away


by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


by Matsuo Basho

Blowing stones

 Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
 the autumn wind.


by Emily Dickinson

How slow the Wind --

 How slow the Wind --
how slow the sea --
how late their Fathers be!


by Emily Dickinson

I saw the wind within her

 I saw the wind within her
I knew it blew for me --
But she must buy my shelter
I asked Humility


by Emily Dickinson

The Flake the Wind exasperate

 The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to its Down
By Arm of Chivalry.


by Emily Dickinson

I bet with every Wind that blew

 I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --


by Emily Dickinson

How ruthless are the gentle --

 How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --


by William Butler Yeats

The Balloon Of The Mind

 Hands, do what you're bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.


by Adelaide Crapsey

Adventure

Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me! 


by Robert Burns

355. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington

 AS cauld a wind as ever blew,
A cauld kirk, an in’t but few:
As cauld a minister’s e’er spak;
Ye’se a’ be het e’er I come back.


by Barry Tebb

WAKING

 Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flap

And the tap on windows wakes us

To March’s mistral madness:

I see white crocuses amid the rain.


by Richard Brautigan

We Stopped at Perfect Days

 We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--


by William Butler Yeats

A Meditation In Time Of War

 For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate phantasy.


by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain

 The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere


by Dimitris P Kraniotis

Ideals

 Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.


by Ezra Pound

Notes for Canto CXX

 I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.


by Li Po

Summer in the Mountains

 Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.


by Li Po

On Dragon Hill

 Drunk on Dragon Hill tonight,
the banished immortal, Great White,

turns among yellow flowers,
his smile wide,

as his hat sails away on the wind
and he dances away in the moonlight.


by Mother Goose

Hush-A-Bye

 

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;
Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.


by Robert Frost

Lodged

 The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.
' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.


by Wallace Stevens

Valley Candle

 My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew.


by Emily Dickinson

It is a lonesome Glee --

 It is a lonesome Glee --
Yet sanctifies the Mind --
With fair association --
Afar upon the Wind

A Bird to overhear
Delight without a Cause --
Arrestless as invisible --
A matter of the Skies.


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Strike Churl

 Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.


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