I am like a flag in the center of open space. br I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live br it through. br while the things of the world still do not move: br the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full br of silence, br the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down. br br I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea. br I leap out, and fall back, br and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone br in the great storm.