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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Round The Compass Twice With The Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in a whirl<br>In a cyclonic spin, <br>A mischievous girl<br>With intentions to sin.<br>With sharp cloven hoofs, <br>This she-devil conspires<br>To tear from our roofs<br>All the chimneys and tiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the north, <br>A philosopher’s stone, <br>For all that it’s worth, <br>Turning water to bone.<br>It’s longing to tell<br>Bedtime stories at night<br>To earth, in its spell, <br>Tucked in blankets of white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the south, <br>Bringing soothing, warm balm<br>Breathed out from its mouth, <br>An oasis of calm, <br>Negating the strife<br>Of the winter’s harsh fling<br>And bringing new life<br>To the meadows in spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the east<br>As it tears through the sky, <br>A mythical beast<br>That’s inclined to be dry.<br>It fanned all the flames<br>To devour London town<br>By banks of the Thames, <br>Eaten down to the bone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the west<br>Bringing drink after drought, <br>Salvation, so blest, <br>For each thirsty, green shoot.<br>High up, on the hills, <br>With a gardener’s hand, <br>It fills lakes and rills<br>From its watering can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind, it is still<br>So, without it, the fog<br>Can flourish so chill<br>And develop as smog, <br>Whose dark, dismal gloom<br>Hangs about like a shroud<br>Of petrol-blue fume<br>In a thick, choking cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in a whirl<br>As it rises again<br>And longs to unfurl<br>All its might and its main<br>To break and destroy<br>Every tree in its path, <br>An imp of a boy<br>With a hideous laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the north<br>And all nature’s in thrall<br>But yearns to break forth<br>From the ice-prison’s wall<br>But, under the gaze<br>Of a gaoler so grim, <br>There can be no ways<br>Of escaping from him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the south: <br>Flames shoot out of the length<br>Of dragon-like mouth<br>Enervating our strength.<br>We accept defeat: <br>Shelter cannot supply <br>Escape from its heat<br>As we swelter and fry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the east<br>And it bears, in its blast, <br>Hard hail’s sharp white teeth<br>On our gardens to cast.<br>Its bitterness blows, <br>In its underhand way, <br>Like thorns of sweet rose<br>Or a needle in hay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind’s in the west, <br>A purveyor of rain, <br>From cloud treasure-chest, <br>From Atlantic’s domain, <br>With rich rainbow jewels, <br>He entices the girls<br>With deep, diamond pools<br>Filled with pure, raindropp pearls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind, it is still; <br>It has run out of breath.<br>Each valley and hill<br>Is as silent as death.<br>The vertical smoke<br>Rises straight as a rod<br>As tall chimneys spoke<br>Sooty prayers to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=C.+Richard+Miles">C. Richard Miles</a><div class=q>
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In a cyclonic spin, 
A mischievous girl
With intentions to sin.
With sharp cloven hoofs, 
This she-devil conspires
To tear from our roofs
All the chimneys and tiles.

The wind’s in the north, 
A philosopher’s stone, 
Fo..."></div>
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