Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

The speaker rejects the idea of a self-contained, sovereign “I,” claiming instead to be an instrument or conduit for larger forces—nature (“the wind”) and history (“the new direction of Time”). The repeated denial (“Not I, not I”) dramatizes a surrender of ego and authorship: what moves through the person is more elemental than personal intention. In Lawrence’s characteristic idiom, wind suggests both physical vitality and impersonal energy, while “Time” implies an epochal turning—modernity’s pressure toward new forms of feeling, art, and life. The lines can be read as a manifesto of inspiration: creation and change arrive as gusts that pass through the individual rather than originating in deliberate will.