Window on the World Wind in the trees call to me window on the world. Even in sleep, I feel its beat window on the world. Unfeeling wind, you cannot blame it, only capture the spirit and name it. There’s a rustle, it could mean danger: to know yourself is to know a stranger. Shadows on the wall, the elfins call window on the world. But listen to the green and you’ll come clean window on the world. When the quiet woman speaks, you listen see her with your heart and feel her like a vision. Then she vanishes before you rearrange her: to know yourself is to know a stranger