A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night through—
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?
Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew,—
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.
I am busy working to bring Sara Teasdale's "The Wind" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Sara Teasdale's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "The Wind" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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