I feel the wind that whistles all around
Interpenetrative, howling
As if production of so great a sound
Established its importance. Anything
That seeks ennoblement by such a means
I do disdain, and shall reject therefore;
So even as the angry tempest keens
I push it out of mind, and from the door
I walk with head held high and chest erect,
Ignoring all the force it wastes on me.
I do not claim to not feel its effect
But that does not mean I submit. I free
My mind from my own body's tight control:
Come, wind, and see if you can chill my soul.
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