Blustery Days and Poetry

I miss poetry--I've neglected reading it lately. But, different things each day have reminded me of favorite poems. Today it's the blustery 33 mph winds that most likely knocked out Kait's power.

I wanted to post Percy Shelley's Ode to the West Wind but it's pretty long. I like Shelley. He dared to be different from his fellow man. It's said that he loved reading so much that he walked down the street with a open book in front of his face.

He lived with his wife, Mary Shelley (who wrote Frankenstein), in Italy where he drowned off the coast at a young age. When they discovered his body, there was a book in each of Shelley's pockets, doubled-back, as if he'd been reading them when the storm hit, then shoved them in his pockets before the boat capsized. One of the volumes was Keat's poetry--my favorite poet. When my moment comes, I wouldn't mind if my nose is in a book too. :)

Anyway, after that uplifting tale, I found a shorter wind poem by another wonderful poet, Christina Rossetti. Sorry to bore you with poetry, but I wanted to blog something today, and this seemed as good as anything else.

This is mostly found in books of poetry for kids:

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

Whew! Got my poetry fix for the day. :)