O Wind

by john clare

calm gentle
relentless wind
weathering fading smoothing
the granite inscriptions
we patch
we paint
we mend
but still blows the
calm gentle
relentless wind
the second
the minute
the year
the wind cares not
for the time
rise to face it
make a stand for
eighty and six until
the lozenge hatchment
falls to lie fast
in tumulus sand
and it comes
calm gentle
relentless wind
to smooth the
inscripted cairn.