This is how the wind shifts: Like the thoughts of an old himan, Who still thinks eagerly And despairingly. The wind shifts like this: Like a human without illusions, Who still feels irrational things within her. The wind shifts like this: Like humans approaching proudly, Like humans approaching angrily. This is how the wind shifts: Like a human, heavy and heavy, Who does not care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |