The Wind
The wind is carrying me round the sky; The wind is carrying me round the sky. My body is here in the valley — The wind is carrying me round the sky.
Alice Corbin Henderson
The wind is carrying me round the sky; The wind is carrying me round the sky. My body is here in the valley — The wind is carrying me round the sky.
The speaker in this tiny poem is caught up in a sensation of flight. Twice she declares, with almost incantatory delight, that the wind is carrying her around the sky. Then comes a quiet, matter-of-fact confession: her body is still down in the valley.
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