The speaker addresses the North Wind as a restless, masculine force she loves for its wildness—shaking pollen from flowers, hurling the sea back from the sand. She asks it to blow through her, scatter her sick dreams, wrap its “lusty arms” around her hot body, and carry her to rough pine forests and cold open plains. This is not a wish for comfort but for a harsh, cleansing power. The mood is urgent, physical, and elemental, full of desire for something colder and stronger than herself. Even if snow blinds her, she trusts the wind to hold her close and shield her eyes. It is about surrendering to raw nature and finding strange safety inside that ferocity.
North Wind — Summary
I love you, malcontent Male wind-- Shaking the pollen from a flower Or hurling the sea backward from the grinning sand.
Blow on and over my dreams... Scatter my sick dreams... Throw your lusty arms about me... Envelop all my hot body... Carry me to pine forests-- Great, rough-bearded forests... Bring me to stark plains and steppes... I would have the North to-night-- The cold, enduring North.
And if we should meet the Snow, Whirling in spirals, And he should blind my eyes... Ally, you will defend me-- You will hold me close, Blowing on my eyelids.