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date: 16 November 2019


  1. We just sit tight while wind dives
    And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo,
    We are bombarded by the empty air.
    Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.
    Seamus Heaney 1939–2013 Irish poet: ‘Storm on the Island’ (1966)
  2. On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
    His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
    The gale, it plies the saplings double,
    And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
    A. E. Housman 1859–1936 English poet: A Shropshire Lad (1896) no. 31
  3. Welcome, wild North-easter!
    Shame it is to see
    Odes to every zephyr;
    Ne'er a verse to thee.
    Charles Kingsley 1819–75 English writer and clergyman: ‘Ode to the North-East Wind’ (1858)
  4. No one can tell me,
    Nobody knows,
    Where the wind comes from,
    Where the wind goes.
    A. A. Milne 1882–1956 English writer for children: Now We are Six ‘Wind on the Hill’ (1927)
  5. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
    Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
    Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
    Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
    Pestilence-stricken multitudes.
    Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822 English poet: ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 1