Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
The wind has returned
I love this season of my birth
All wildling and madhatter days
On the day that I was born
The March wind was bending
Native oak trees to the ground
And when I turned four
He taught me to climb a tree
And I lay on a gnarled branch all day
And waited
And waited
While he charged up the hill
To frighten little boys and old women
And come hurtling back to me.
When the wind loves you
When the Wind
Loves
You.
← Easterine Kire
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