Robert Graves

An East Wind

Beware the giddy spell, ground fallen away
Under your feet, wings not yet beating steady:
An ignorant East Wind tempts you to deny
Faith in the twofold glory of your being —
You with a thousand leagues or more to fly.

‘Poised in air between earth and paradise,
Paradise and earth, confess which pull
Do you find the stronger? Is it of homesickness
Or of passion? Would you be rather loyal or wise?
How are these choices reconcilable?’

Turn from him without anger. East Wind knows
Only one wall of every foursquare house,
Has never viewed your northern paradise
Nor watched its queen tending her jeweled boughs,
But always from the same sick quarter blows.