You cannot baptize the wind,
wrapped in a white nightgown.
Hair that grows dark and wild
cannot be pruned to finer form.
What's there at the beginning,
washed or cut away, need return.
What becomes then of a mutilated,
drowned and cropped wild child?
Great spirits will come in the night,
thrusting fabric to robe the gale.
The breeze will loft steady, true ,
rage no more, path forever cleared.
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Reviews of "Huff, Huff Blow"
Reviewed by awkward poet (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2003
excellent. i love reading what you write.
Reviewed by awkward poet (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2003
So many well wrought lines. Great form and breaks. Excellent word usage and image. I really enjoyed this piece, Anne, thank you.
And thank you for the kind words toward my work. I take them as a high compliment and am grateful.
Be well,
Michael
Reviewed by Jeffrey Callico (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2003
Excellent, Anne. Reminds me a little of Robert Bly, W.S. Merwin...
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2003
very good flow
first line is a killer
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2003
i absolutely *loved* this; the wind is above all my favorite element, such power and gentleness at any given moment, kind of like this poem as well; beautiful image as well
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And thank you for the kind words toward my work. I take them as a high compliment and am grateful.
Be well,
Michael
first line is a killer