Thirteen
The deepening river
flows toward sea:
we may here
sit together
without words.
Couples pass, smiling
despite hard rain.
Poems on the topic: rain
Poems on the topic “rain” on Poets.by.
Eighty-Three
I came to a shelter
able to walk
no farther in rain.
There I found,
with a note
"You will need these"
a pair of dry boots:
my size.
One
Sleeves dripping
from my hike
through heavy
autumnal rains,
I find shelter
amid tall books:
drying my hands,
I find one, lifting it
down with care from
that high shelf:
prints, depicting
with love, hard
country lives —
sudden tears.
The Rain
And the rain came,
no one can remember when.
Here, with us,
in us,
no one knows how long it’s going to stay.
Making our nights starless,
Our days grey.
and us walking fish,
in this soggy space, which is rotting
everything.
Letter from Prison
My dear friend!
This letter for you
I’ve written down
here in this green jail
Where my word smells like grass.
And my dreams are getting wet in the rain.
Here, where the life and death
have no demarcation line.
Here, where the grass, the rain and flowers
die in front of your eyes
and are born again into a day
as if by magic.
The Leopard and the City
Rain fell out of the cloud of time.
It made no argument. Droplets
blotched a blond meadow. Out
of the pattern a leopard arose.
Its eyes reflected the cloud of time.
An old small city is my soul,
such as it is. The leopard watches
over it, her breathing and her heartbeat
syncopated. I do not visit there as often
as I should: Work is elsewhere
in factory-towns of will. When
the small city seems to call, I take
a road curved round a cliff. Up there
sits the leopard. The ledge is blue.
Arrived, I seek a sanguine plaza. People
I have tried to be loiter there. They slouch
Knight
Court had forgotten where
it had sent Knight. Squire had quit
to settle down in some village. So
here then was Knight, alone,
propped up against a deciduous tree,
his armor bleeding rust, and more
rain coming. Sitting in his own
waste and pain, Knight peered
blearily through the visor
at sodden, green Druidic hills.
Cold rain ripped remaining leaves
from branches. The horse stood
a good way off, dry and napping
under an evergreen, one rear foot
cocked like a catapult. Knight
felt the jail of armor locking.
Here I Hear a Footstep
Here I hear a footstep,
Its voice is grey and soft:
Is it that of a forgotten ghost ?
So, a rain-drop drops, ....
Yes, one, two, three.
Up in the sky there is a cloud,
Its sight is old as Earth :
Who says it is the passing soul ?
At my feet I see a falling leaf,
And the cloud is gone.
After the night wind blows
My soul follows to seek Rest :
Is the wind my mother lost ?
Under the robe of darkness and love
My heart throbs happily with bliss.
Hokku 35
Song of sea in rain,
Voice of the sky, earth and men!
List, song of my heart.
Hokku 28
"Ghost of my soul," I shout,
"That cries only to curse me?"
Tip, tip, tip . . . thus the rain falls.
Five O'clock
Let us go far away from buttered toast,
And tea, and marmalade, and all of it.
The feathered jostling of their hats, the wit
Unhumorous — I can not bear this host
Of warm, sweet women! Everything offends.
The murmurous movement of each gleaming bead,
Sly laughter on soft lips that do not feed
So much on tea as on their absent friends.
I knew you understood because your eyes
Were beckoning across the crowd to me.
Oh Child, who have so strangely learned to be
Unconsciously, mysteriously wise!
We went away, unnoticed, from the room
Into the drip of slow, autumnal rain.
And laughed, and drew deep breath, and laughed again,
We were so glad to leave that candled gloom.
A Child's Song to Her Mother
The lovely years went lightly by
As April flowers go,
And often you would laugh or cry
To see how I could grow.
The lonely years drift by in rain,
As leaves in autumn do.
I long, when we shall meet again,
To be as tall as you.
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