John Gould Fletcher Wind Poems
- 1. Spring
At the first hour, it was as if one said, “Arise.”
At the second hour, it was as if one said, “Go forth.”
And the winter constellations that are like patient ox-eyes
Sank below the white horizon at the north.
... - 2. Lincoln
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Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills;
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