I am weak before the wind

One of my absolute favorite short poems:

Out of Pulver and the Political Lens

A.M. Klein

I am weak before the wind; before the sun

I faint; I lose my strength;

I am utterly vanquished by a star; I go to my knees, at length

Before the song of a bird; before

The breath of spring or fall

I am lost; before these miracles

I am nothing at all.

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