Angela Winter - The Aim Was Song

Before man came to blow it right
The wind once blew itself untaught
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught

Man came to tell it what was wrong
It hadn't found the place to blow
It blew too hard-the aim was song
And listen-how it ought to go

He took a little in his mouth
And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south
And then by measure blew it forth

By measure. It was word and note
The wind the wind had meant to be
A little through the lips and throat
The aim was song-the wind could see

Written by:
Robert Frost

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