A. The life of this world is wind

The life of this world is wind.

Windblown we come, and windblown we go away.

All that we look on is windfall.

All we remember is wind.

This appears in Wright’s collection The Southern Cross.

🌀 Interpretation and Reflection

• Impermanence of life: Equating life to wind emphasizes its fleeting, intangible nature.
• Transience in experience: Everything we see or gain (“windfall”) is temporary; our memories, too, are carried off by the wind.
• Existential undercurrent: It’s a meditation on mortality, memory, and the ephemeral quality of existence.