“For the Anniversary of My Death” by W.S. Merwin
Every year up without knowing it I have passed the day
when the last fires will wave to me
and the silence will set out
like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
find myself in life as in a strange garment
surprised at the earth
and the love of one woman
and the shamelessness of men
as today writing after three days of rain
hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
and bowing not knowing to what
“It came again, the color, always a color
climbing the apple of the sky, often
a secret lavender place you weren’t supposed to look into.”
~ from “Darlene’s Hospital” by John Ashbury
“You must come to me, all golden and pale
like the dew and the air.
And then I start getting this feeling of exultation.”
~ from “A Blessing in Disguise” by John Ashbury
“The Rain” by Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
the quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
willl have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent —
am I to be locked in this
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
with a decent happiness.
Commentary: These are rain poems. There have been wonderful thunder storms in my part of the world lately — and lots of rain. So, rain poems.
May the words bring joy
as you listen to the sound of them
into the ears of your soul.