12-2 poem

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P R A E S I D I U M

A Common-Sense Journal of Literary and Cultural Analysis

12.2 (Spring 2012)

 

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The Wind

Wesley Ross Harris

 

Her kiss is cool upon my cheek,

Her blow compels the grass flow fair.

The song of birds once lonely seemed,

But now my light companion shares.

Pink flowers grew and stood aloof

Until her smile rebuked despair;

And now, like fairies clothed in mirth,

They dance around in circles there.

A voice she gives to silver chimes

To orchestrate some notes on air;

Her hand conducts throughout the night

A moon sonata sweet and rare.

If faint I grow and lose my heart

I grant my mind unto her care

That she may lift its finer part

And guide me to her heavenly lair.

Wesley Ross Harris is nearing completion of his Bachelor’s degree at the University of Texas at Austin, a city he has called home since long before his college years.