A poem called Rain by William Carlos Williams. The odd-looking line breaks are presumably meant to echo the sound of irregularly falling drops and to convey the notion of falling. 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
Posted on: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 22:12:24 +0000
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