The Wind Is A Lady With Bright Slender Eyes

the wind is a Lady
with bright slender
eyes (who moves)
at sunset
and who--touches--
the hills without
any reason

(i have spoken
with this indubitable
and green person
"Are You the wind?"
"Yes" "why do you
touch the flowers
as if they
were unalive, as

if they were ideas"
"beause, sir
things which
in my mind
will blossom
will stumble beneath
a clumsiest disguise,
appear capable
of fragility and indecision

--do not suppose these
without any reason or otherwise
roses and mountains
different from the i am who wanders

imminently across the renewed world"
to me said the)wind being A lady in a green
dress, who; touches: the fields
(at sunset)

--e.e. cummings