Classic Poem

Be still—listen to the wind!
Listen to the night wind slithering and splashing
In the palm trees, in the poplars—
Saying Ah, Ah, in the pine trees—
Listen to the wind! Be still!

Be still—listen to the wind.
There is no sound at all but the wind now,
No sleepless sound of old men coughing,
No knocking of little iron nails upon the stones.
Listen to the wind! Be still!

Be still—listen to the wind.
The sound of live men on the earth is the rustling
Of small mice in a windy barn.

Listen to the wind, Dead Heart, at the closed door—
Listen to the wind! Be still!