This haunting poem depicts an elusive, dangerous figure of overwhelming destructive power The Man in the Wind The man in the wind who keeps us awake tonight is not the black monk of the wind cowering in corners and crevices, or the white face under the streetlight stricken with the guilt of his noise, or the great slapping hand of the wind beating and beating the rainy alleyways while the torturer proceeds with the interrogation and the prisoner’s risen voice bleeds over cymbals and timpani. Continue reading...