Poet: Carl Sandburg
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day:
May 8 2010
Comment 2 of 2, added on August 24th, 2007 at 3:12 PM.
I have lived this poem many times---most notably when I was 15 and sat in the orchard at my parents' home. It was in farm country and the wind passed through the autumn leaves with a lush song and tossed them into the meadow---truly, the wind was "counting its money and throwing it away."
I live in the woods now and whenever the wind is right, I can fall gently asleep to its whispering song.
Linda Wilson from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on November 7th, 2004 at 8:03 PM.
I came across this poem in the summer of 1979, and it touched me to the heart as just a couple of weeks before that I had dreamt one night exactly the same wind, with its deep whine and a whiff of unforgettably fresh air passing through my face. After I awaked it then seemed to me that I was the only to know how to listen the wind. But after having acquainted with the "Wind Song" I realized that I was not alone. However, such a windy dream now comes to me very seldom, much more rarely that I can in my real life to listen the wind or to go over my beloved Sandburg's lines. Anyway, I wonder whether there are many people or not who sometimes hear the wind in their dreams?
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