"Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by"
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Rossetti turns an invisible force into a lesson in how faith and feeling operate: you can’t point to the wind, you can only point to what it moves. The opening question is child-simple, almost nursery-rhyme plain, but it’s a trapdoor into Victorian metaphysics. By insisting “Neither you nor I,” she collapses any hierarchy between speaker and reader; this isn’t a sermon from on high, it’s a shared limitation. What follows is the clever pivot: evidence arrives indirectly, through the world’s small obediences.
“The trees bow down their heads” is doing a lot of work. It’s anthropomorphic, yes, but it’s also liturgical. Bowing suggests reverence, submission, a quiet acknowledgement of a power you can’t argue with because you can’t see it. In a culture steeped in Christian imagery and increasingly pressured by scientific skepticism, Rossetti offers a compromise that doesn’t sound like compromise: the unseen can be real, and reality can be legible through effects rather than objects. She doesn’t demand belief; she trains perception.
The line’s music matters too. The gentle, repeated “b” sounds (“but,” “bow,” “by”) mimic a soft gust, making the sentence itself feel like the phenomenon it describes. Subtextually, it’s also a portrait of the private life Rossetti often writes toward: desire, grief, grace, doubt - forces that don’t present themselves cleanly, only in their aftershocks. The wind passes; what remains is the bent branch, the lowered head, the trace that proves what can’t be held.
“The trees bow down their heads” is doing a lot of work. It’s anthropomorphic, yes, but it’s also liturgical. Bowing suggests reverence, submission, a quiet acknowledgement of a power you can’t argue with because you can’t see it. In a culture steeped in Christian imagery and increasingly pressured by scientific skepticism, Rossetti offers a compromise that doesn’t sound like compromise: the unseen can be real, and reality can be legible through effects rather than objects. She doesn’t demand belief; she trains perception.
The line’s music matters too. The gentle, repeated “b” sounds (“but,” “bow,” “by”) mimic a soft gust, making the sentence itself feel like the phenomenon it describes. Subtextually, it’s also a portrait of the private life Rossetti often writes toward: desire, grief, grace, doubt - forces that don’t present themselves cleanly, only in their aftershocks. The wind passes; what remains is the bent branch, the lowered head, the trace that proves what can’t be held.
Quote Details
| Topic | Poetry |
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| Source | Who Has Seen the Wind? — poem by Christina Rossetti; text and bibliographic entry at Poetry Foundation. |
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