def poetry

i stood by the open casement
the agony of having too much power
daughter, thou art come to die
my mother taught me that every night
i love my hour of wind and light
your body's motion is like music
out of me unworthy and unknown
never in all my life
sing again the song you sung
i am old and blind
beneath my window in a city street
uplifting, as the wind blew
i am fevered