Here you will find the Poem Dawn Wind of poet Lola Ridge
Wind, just arisen - (Off what cool mattress of marsh-moss In tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars, Or niche of cliff under the eagles?) You of living things, So gay and tender and full of play - Why do you blow on my thoughts - like cut flowers Gathered and laid to dry on this paper, rolled out of dead wood? I see you Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation And frisking away, Deliciously rumpling the grass? So you fluttered the curtains about my cradle, Prattling of fields Before I had had my milk? Did I stir on my pillow, making to follow you, Fleet One? I - swaddled, unwinged, like a bird in the egg. Let be My dreams that crackle under your breath? You have the dust of the world to blow on? Do not tag me and dance away, looking back? I am too old to play with you, Eternal Child.
