From a Window
Your footfalls on the drum bridge beside my house Are like the pattering drops of a passing shower. So soon are they gone.
Amy Lowell
Your footfalls on the drum bridge beside my house Are like the pattering drops of a passing shower. So soon are they gone.
Amy Lowell’s tiny poem places us at a window, where the speaker hears someone crossing the drum bridge nearby. The sound of their footsteps is matched immediately to the light, scattered patter of a short rain shower. It’s a simile that makes the steps feel delicate, musical, and close.
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