Wind Poems
Mandalay
by Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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Palme
by Paul Valéry
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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Green Chile
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
by William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wide moor,
- The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
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Sun
by Michael Palmer
Write this. We have burned all their villages
Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them
Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress
Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X
In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech
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wind and cloud
by John Hughes
With the moon as my compass
I watch the night clouds wheel overhead, they move and jive to the chord of the winds
I feel something shift in me, a feeling of moving in sync
And the pit in my body leaps to witness such a thing
As this is nature in its finest moment, it looks like they move back and forth unsurely
But the wind is strong and it seems to know where the clouds want to truly go
But I’m not the wind, I can’t tell the clouds to stay right where I want them
Oh I wish I could, I would watch them go to the horizon and then bring them back again
Damn the wind, they left as soon as they got here
In my next life I’ll be the wind and I’ll show the spiritualists how giving I can be
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wind and cloud pt 3
by John Hughes
I am the wind, criss crossing, zig zagging chill, almost passing through your bare bones
But its not my fault
I watch the people as I enter them, this time of year is not good for my mental health
Makes me angry, my exuberance and exhilarating chill clashes against unrequitting skin
They just don’t know how much I love to talk
I wish it were summer
Oh here’s another soul, fphewm
Oh he likes it, my dear friend are you a god?
It’s ok little wind, I like drinking in the cold
A deep breath and its exhilarating
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wind and cloud pt 2
by John Hughes
So you want to be the wind?
You would like being the wind
To flit from place to place as a disembodied spirit but still caressing peoples skin
Not a thing like it, you speak and someone feels your breath and you smell their pheromones
But someone say oh what a cool breeze
And you nervously laugh because it just you talking to people as you once did
You will think what day to be alive and you are alive
Alive within the earth system, grabbing the seeds, the leaves and the smells
You are such an integral part of the earth and the heavens
The control the clouds movement and they are your best friend because you’re never apart
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One Atom
by Ghairo Daniels
ONE ATOM : Song
We sing our songs
wait for meditation gongs
as joints grow red and
knuckles like lead
We catch threads of Grace
prayer hands laced
All the world’s a stage
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Love: Uniting Grace
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Love is the light of the Almighty,
Rising softly in the heart, greeting the soul,
Flowing like a river in the valley of life,
Bringing hope to life amidst despair.
It is present without form, but felt,
Erasing wounds, stringing together hopes,
Uniting souls that were once separated,
In the arms of love that never tires.
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William Butler Yeats (79 poems about Wind)
W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland -
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