Saturday, April 13, 2013

Blowing from World's End

by Charles GD Roberts

A faint wind, blowing from World's End,
Made strange the city street.
A strange sound mingled in the fall
Of the familiar feet.
Something unseen whirled with the leaves
To tap on door and sill.
Something unknown went whispering by
Even when the wind was still.
And men looked up with startled eyes
And hurried on their way,
As if they had been called, and told
How brief their day.


  1. catalexico12:47 PM

    Reminds one of Wallace Stevens. Were they connected ?

  2. branemrys3:15 PM

    Roberts was an older contemporary, and they would certainly have at least known of each other, but I don't know that there is any connection beyond that. I haven't read anything like the full corpus of Roberts, but from what I have, this poem is not particularly typical -- much of his most famous poetry is landscape poetry (as it usually is for Canadian poets in that time period).


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