The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.

(C) James Stephens
03/20/2017


Best Poems of James Stephens

• Midnight
• Check
• The Shell
• The Snare
• The Wind
• Strict Joy
• Righteous Anger
• White Fields
• Hate
• The Daisies
• Breakfast Time
• The Lonely God
• The Cow
• The Cherry Tree
• What The Snake Saw
• I Heard A Bird At Dawn
• The White Wido
• Insurrections
• The Wood Of Flowers
• The Glass Of Beer
• The Ancient Elf