The Fisherman's Wife
When I am alone, The wind in the pine-trees Is like the shuffling of waves Upon the wooden sides of a boat.
Amy Lowell
When I am alone, The wind in the pine-trees Is like the shuffling of waves Upon the wooden sides of a boat.
A fisherman’s wife sits alone, listening to the wind move through pine trees. To her, that rustling sound is not just leaves and branches—it sounds like water slapping against the wooden hull of a boat. That simple comparison carries the whole feeling of the poem.
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