Edict 3 (Yeats)

I thought I heard, softly

This morning,

The wind coming in

Under the door.


Whatever it was,

However it was,

It was

And it was there on the floor.

  1. Interesting poem, and i must say it quickly caught my attention. Thank you for sharing.

  2. This is great, Toby.. wonderfully imaginative, you are! I share your fascination for the wind and trees; only you express it better than me..:)

    • poeticgrin
    • January 18th, 2009

    The wind coming under the door – such a simple thing but so symbolic of so many things when you think about it. And then, no matter how symbolic, no matter whose spirit it is, no matter what memory or ghost or demon is sneaking up on you, it all comes back to it being just, well, just being.

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