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RAIN
As the rain falls
so does
your love
bathe every
open
object of the world--
In houses
the priceless dry
rooms
of illicit love
where we live
hear the wash of the
rain--
There
paintings
and fine
metalware
woven stuffs--
all the whorishness
of our
delight
sees
from its window
the spring wash
of your love
the falling
rain--
The trees
are become
beasts fresh-risen
from the sea--
water
trickles
from the crevices of
their hides--
So my life is spent
to keep out love
with which
she rains upon
the world
of spring
drips
so spreads
the
words
far apart to let in
her love
And running in between
the drops
the
rain
is a kind physician
the rain
of her thoughts over
the ocean
every
where
walking with
invisible swift feet
over
the helpless
waves--
Unworldly love
that has no hope
of the world
and that
cannot change the world
to its delight--
The rain
falls upon the earth
and grass and flowers
come
perfectly
into form from its
liquid
clearness
But love is
unworldly
and nothing
comes of it but love
following
and falling endlessly
from
her thoughts |
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* This poem is reprinted for educational purposes * |
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