I WAS bare as a leaf And I felt the wind on my shoulder. The trees laughed When I picked up the sun in my fingers. The wind was chasing the waves, Tangling their white curls. "Willow trees," I said, "O willows, Look at your lake! Stop laughing at a little girl Who runs past your feet in the sand!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIPPOPOTAMUS by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SAINT MAY: A CITY LYRIC by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 2. TREASURE by ALBERTA BANCROFT |