1. Wind - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 4696 times on American Poems.

He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North,... (Read full poem)

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from 
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

how it was needed!
how we were withering 
away
in the old
tired
manner.

of course, then came... (Read full poem)

3. How Yesterday Looked - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1595 times on American Poems.

THE HIGH horses of the sea broke their white riders
On the walls that held and counted the hours
The wind lasted.
  
Two landbirds looked on and the north and the east
Looked on and the wind poured cups of foam
And the evening began.
  
The old men... (Read full poem)

The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south --
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth

The four Divisions of the Earth
Did make as to devour
While everything to corners slunk
Behind the awful power --

The Wind... (Read full poem)

5. Bereft - written by Robert Frost
From West-Running Brook. Published in 1928. Read 10506 times on American Poems.

Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were... (Read full poem)

Out from my window westward 
I turn full oft my face; 
But the mountains rebuke the vision 
That would encompass space; 
They lift their lofty foreheads 
To the kiss of the clouds above, 
And ask, "With all our glory, 
Can we not win your... (Read full poem)

7. The Sun in reigning to the West - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1283 times on American Poems.

The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst(Read full poem)

The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.(Read full poem)

9. These held their Wick above the West -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1053 times on American Poems.

These held their Wick above the West --
Till when the Red declined --
Or how the Amber aided it --
Defied to be defined --

Then waned without disparagement
In a dissembling Hue
That would not let the Eye decide
Did it abide or no --(Read full poem)

The great Overdog
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I'm a poor underdog,
But to-night I will bark
With the great Overdog
That... (Read full poem)

11. To the East and to the West. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass. Published in 1900. Read 2283 times on American Poems.

TO the East and to the West; 
To the man of the Seaside State, and of Pennsylvania, 
To the Kanadian of the North—to the Southerner I love; 
These, with perfect trust, to depict you as myself—the germs are in all men; 
I believe the main... (Read full poem)

THE SUNSET swept
To the valley’s west, you remember.
  
  The frost was on.
  A star burnt blue.
  We were warm, you remember,
And counted the rings on a moon.
  
  The sunset swept
  To the valley’s west
And was gone in a big dark door of... (Read full poem)

13. The Wind Sings Welcome in Early Spring - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 2171 times on American Poems.

(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now.
The silvers chase purple.
The purples tag silver.
  They let out their runners
Here where summer says to the lilies:
  “Wish and be wistful,
Circle this wind-hunted, wind-sung water.”
  
Come... (Read full poem)

LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.
Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.
      The moon’s good-by ends pictures.
The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.
      Only dark listening to... (Read full poem)

15. Dream Song 92: Room 231: the fourth week - written by John Berryman
From His Toy, His Dream, His Rest. Published in 1968. Read 506 times on American Poems.

Something black somewhere     in the vistas of his heart.

Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood
to be a tulip and desire no more
but water, but light, but air.
Yet his nerves rattled blackly, unsubdued,
& suffocation called,... (Read full poem)

THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.
The rain dry fence boards, the stained knot holes, heliograph a peace.
(How long ago the knee drifts here and a blizzard howling at the knot holes,... (Read full poem)

17. Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers. Published in 1918. Read 1422 times on American Poems.

SMOKE of autumn is on it all.
The streamers loosen and travel.
The red west is stopped with a gray haze.
They fill the ash trees, they wrap the oaks,
They make a long-tailed rider
In the pocket of the first, the earliest evening star..    .... (Read full poem)

The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.

The pleasures of the Wind are broad,
To dwell Extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or Forests entertain.

The kinsmen of the... (Read full poem)

19. The South Wind Say So - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1549 times on American Poems.

IF the oriole calls like last year
when the south wind sings in the oats,
if the leaves climb and climb on a bean pole
saying over a song learnt from the south wind,
if the crickets send up the same old lessons
found when the south wind keeps on... (Read full poem)

ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush
wind is winding here there tomorrow)(
graceful dove wind
theatrical scar wind
thunderclapclapclap(clapclapstrike)
struckwinding wind(Read full poem)

21. Denied - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 412 times on American Poems.

The winds came out of the west one day, 
And hurried the clouds before them; 
And drove the shadows and mists away, 
And over the mountains bore them.
And I wept, 'Oh, wind, blow into my mind, 
Blow into my soul and heart, 
And scatter the... (Read full poem)

Old man rocking in his chair
night taking from the day
tomorrows haze.
This morning his life to bay.
The walk we take
through Alfalfa fields,
rough in wind bent face trees.
A hive of honey,
the leaves falling in the wind
a wet sky the light... (Read full poem)

23. A Line-Storm Song - written by Robert Frost
From A Boy's Will. Published in 1913. Read 6311 times on American Poems.

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and... (Read full poem)

THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.
A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.
One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a... (Read full poem)

25. A Tall Man - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers. Published in 1918. Read 1770 times on American Poems.

THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth.
The head of this man is a gaunt strong head.
 
The jaws of this man are bone of the Rocky Mountains, the Appalachians.
The eyes of this man are chlorine of two sobbing oceans,
Foam, salt, green, wind,... (Read full poem)