Enid Derham

(24 March 1882 – 13 November 1941 / Melbourne / Australia)

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  • Albert Andrews (7/22/2012 5:44:00 PM)

    I have been fortunate to read some of Enid’s fine work. What a poet! As an aspiring poet, I wish I could emulate her poetic style, so that I can capture the hearts of my readers as she did mine. Even though she has passed on her great work will live on for years to come.

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The Wind-Child

MY FOLK’S the wind-folk, it’s there I belong,
I tread the earth below them, and the earth does me wrong,
Before my spirit knew itself, before this frame unfurled,
I was a little wandering breeze and blew about the world.
The winds of the morning that breathe against my cheek
Are kisses of comfort from a love too great to speak;
The whimpering airs that cry by night and never find their rest
Are sobbing to be taken in and soothed upon my breast.
The storm through the mountains, the tempes

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