Wind, just arisen - <br />(Off what cool mattress of marsh-moss <br />In tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars, <br />Or niche of cliff under the eagles?) <br />You of living things, <br />So gay and tender and full of play - <br />Why do you blow on my thoughts - like cut flowers <br />Gathered and laid to dry on this paper, rolled out of dead wood? <br /> <br />I see you <br />Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation <br />And frisking away, <br />Deliciously rumpling the grass… <br /> <br />So you fluttered the curtains about my cradle, <br />Prattling of fields <br />Before I had had my milk… <br />Did I stir on my pillow, making to follow you, Fleet One? <br />I - swaddled, unwinged, like a bird in the egg. <br /> <br />Let be <br />My dreams that crackle under your breath… <br />You have the dust of the world to blow on… <br />Do not tag me and dance away, looking back… <br />I am too old to play with you, <br />Eternal Child.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-wind/
