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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain by Conrad Aiken

Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. 
Let us discover some new alphabet, 
For this, the often praised; and be ourselves, 
The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf, 
The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone, 
And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,—
Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion, 
Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done. 
There is an oriole who, upside down, 
Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,—
Under a tree as dead and still as lead; 
There is a single leaf, in all this heaven 
Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig: 
The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught 
Upon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs; 
There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom 
Which catches three drops from the stooping cloud. 
The timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly 
Under the broad leaf of the hollyhock 
Perpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail 
Surveys the wet world from a watery stone... 
And still the syllables of water whisper: 
The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait 
In the dark room; and in your heart I find 
One silver raindrop,—on a hawthorn leaf,— 
Orion in a cobweb, and the World.

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