What do I hear in the wind,
a night cat’s cry,
Branches banging black sky?
a soul stirring,
A fiery whirl round planets raging for war?
Men mindless of planets and signs, in weather,
See simply wind, rain:
A natural disturbance.
Perceiving neither metaphor nor meaning –
The hand behind fortunes two faces –
They become like the wind;
Will – less and without wonder, they rage like the sea.