Do you fear the force of the wind,
The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf,
Go wade like the crane:
The palms of your hands will thicken,
The skin of your cheek will tan,
You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,
But you'll walk like a man!
My grade four teacher did not see this poem as a metaphor for facing all of life's challenges with stoic courage, but rather that some people really were too stupid to come in from the rain. I was appalled by her shallow blindness but in my cowardliness remained silent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I require the short questions for the poem ,do you fear the wind.