Oh! The West wind is wayward
and wild in its course today;
it bowls me along like a hoop with a child.
Trees bow down before its force; supplely prostrated.
Tumbling twigs enmeshed with leaves
tangle in my hair;
I don’t care …
my breath is taken away –
Oh! The West wind is wayward and wild today
and I am exhilarated ..
an elemental power has me in its thrall:
I am at one with the uprooted trees;
my strength is no strength at all … .