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. She is on land, but her mind and heart are with her husband at sea. The wind becomes a kind of bridge between her quiet world and his dangerous one. The mood is lonely but not frantic; there is a calm, aching stillness in it. She does not describe crying or worrying directly. Instead, the sound of the pines keeps returning her to the boat, as if she is always half-listening for him. The poem captures how absence can make ordinary sounds feel full of longing and memory.
The Fisherman's Wife — Summary
When I am alone, The wind in the pine-trees Is like the shuffling of waves Upon the wooden sides of a boat.