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The Wind Blows From the Mountains

Updated on November 14, 2017

I have always felt an affinity in poetry for cycles and the repetition of time. Humanity, by dearth of his incredible genius, is a creature which has managed to give himself the delusion that he stands separate from such affairs, but the tides and stream of life move hardly in the stolid currents that we imagine for them, but tend to circle and repeat. The universe is greatly larger than humanity and its own capability to pretend its own position in it is of any note, and long after humanity is gone it will still go on living.

This poem I take some pride in because I wrote it originally in French and then translated it back into English. I had actually written it as a national anthem for a national role-play, expressing the intense attachment of the nation therein contained with the mountains which dominated the nation I was using, but this shortly ended and hence I look upon it instead as a personal poem.

The Wind Comes from the Mountains

I remember the pink mountains

Where the birds play above in the sky

And the hunters work in your comforting shadow

The wind blows in the cool air of the morning.

I remember the white mountains

Under the hard sun which strikes them furiously

And you lose your snow so that the rivers may flow

The wind blows in the hot air of midday.

I remember the golden mountains

Above which the clouds bring rain to distant lands

And the deer eat calmly your flowers

The wind blows in the calm air of the afternoon.

I remember the grey mountains

There the owls cry gently in the woods

And village lights below you begin to twinkle

The wind blows in the tired air of sunset.

I will never see the black mountains

The mountains under neither sun nor moon

But we are still there in your unseen shadow

And the wind blows always in the cold air of the night.


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      nicey 4 weeks ago

      I enjoyed your poetry, short with nice imaginary words. I hope to write mine soon. Thanks