James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Wind - Poem by James Stephens

The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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