A Quote by – John Leonard

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John Leonard

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John Leonard

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1965

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                          Poem Title: The Wind That Blow Through Our Mind -

If you think of the winds that blow 
Through our lives, you might think:

Of the wind of childhood, blowing 
The tall grasses and hayflowers along 
The hedges, setting the poplar leaves 
A-flutter-the wind you always 
Wanted to capture, set down, 
Whose beauty you guessed at, felt, 
But could not see, could not frame;

Of the summer breeze, stirring 
In the hot evening, bringing 
Cool air, carrying the sweet smell 
Of jasmine-scent of a love 
Too intense to bear, yet borne;

Of the wind of late summer, smelling 
Of harvest smoke, of ripeness, 
Provoking restless thoughts -
Desire to begin a journey 
Before winter sets well in;

Of a cold autumn wind, tearing 
Summer to pieces, dragging clouds 
Like dirty hanks of wool 
Across the mountain tops, blowing 
Squalls of stinging rain before it; 
Of the wind on a winter's night, 
Gusting in the darkness, only it 
Moving between the unseen earth 
And the cold starry sky - 
Arcturus glaring in the north, 
Body disembodied, chilled to the bone;

Of a great gale from out of the west, 
Pushing huge waves against the headland, 
Carrying salt spray far inland, 
Tossing and clattering bare branches, 
Bringing boughs low, making 
Woodland trunks creak and scream;

Of the hot wind from the desert,
Swirling dust, stirring the salt-bush, 
As you walked there to find out 
Who you are, where you are;

If you think of these winds, you 
Think of the scudding, gusting wind, 
The living wind, the wind that blows 
Through our lives, through all lives - 
Original, living principle, 
First, always and everywhere.
                          
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K.Petal from Dublin Ireland