The Wind
e.e.cummings
the wind is a Lady
with bright slender eyes
who moves at sunset
and who - touches the hills
with any reason
i have spoken with this
indubitable and green person
"Are You the wind?"
"Yes"
"Why do you touch flowers
as if they were unalive,
as if They were ideas?"
"because, sir things which
in my mind blossom
will stumble beneath
a clumsiest disguise, appear
capable of fragility and indecision
- do not suppose these without any reason
and otherwise roses and mountains
different from the i am who wanders
imminently across the renewed world"
"to me," said the wind "being a Lady
in a green dress, who
touches the fields
at sunset"
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