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TALES OF THE WIND

by Kenji
Tacoma Narrows Bridge Collapse (Elliott) Wind along the Coast (Maximov) i love to see the wind rippling the fields of grass and corn, and some directors like Ivens and Tarkovsky have a feeling for such natural elements. Huillet/Straub love the wind in the trees, i could have picked others ~ Forough Farrokhzad: The wind will take us away In my little night, alas The storm has a fateful tryst with the sweet sleep of the trees. In my little night, alas The freezing fright of ruin streams. Listen! The shadows are stepping by… We must flee. This bliss seems so odd to me, I am addicted to my despair, I feel that something will disrupt this… Read more


Tacoma Narrows Bridge Collapse (Elliott)


Wind along the Coast (Maximov)

i love to see the wind rippling the fields of grass and corn, and some directors like Ivens and Tarkovsky have a feeling for such natural elements.
Huillet/Straub love the wind in the trees, i could have picked others

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Forough Farrokhzad: The wind will take us away

In my little night, alas

The storm has a fateful tryst
with the sweet sleep of the trees.

In my little night, alas
The freezing fright of ruin streams.

Listen!
The shadows are stepping by…
We must flee.

This bliss seems so odd to me,
I am addicted to my despair,
I feel that something will disrupt
this flowing peace of our quiet night.

Listen!
The shadows are stepping by…
We must flee.

Don’t you see?
Our roof is shaking in fear of collapse,
and over this roof, an immense dark cloud,
like a dull, grieving crowd,
is expecting the moment of cry.

Don’t you hear?
Night is marching behind the window’s glass
and the wind is cutting our yard’s breath
It seems that two stranger eyes
are watching this house.

Listen!
The shadows are stepping by…
We must flee.

You,
O green like the soul of the leaves,
Put your hands into mine,
And hold them like burning memories of love.

You,
O green like the soul of the leaves,
Leave your lips to the stroke of mine,
And savor them like swell flavor of an old wine.

If we forget
The wind will take us away,
The wind will take us away.

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Hokusai: 36 Views of Fuji (Eijiri)


Ted Hughes; Wind

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.



Renoir: The Gust of Wind

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