“I have written little more verse since “March Wind”, and nothing I like so well. It makes the last of a group of about a dozen which may be printed some time...Mencken, I might remark cryptically, called poetry fallacies set to music.”
- Raymond Knister in "Raymond Knister. A Memoir" by Dorothy Livesay, in The Collected Poems of Raymond Knister. (Toronto: The Ryerson Press, 1949, page xxiii)
March Wind
The trees cry loud, “Oh who will unchain us!”
They gasp crying , but deep
mold never stirs.
Never in this life shall they go
whirling:--
The storm’s great burs.
My heart cries out, my heart
is broken, Lady!
What of after-years, with this
deep pain sown?
Never to forget. But my heart
is praying
It had not known.