Rapunzel
Age: 124
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Song For The Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black bromelias, lichens, owls, and the lint of the waterfalls cling, familiar, unbidden.
In a dim age of water the brook sings loud from a rib cage of giant fern; vapor climbs up the thick growth effortlessly, turns back, holding them both, house and rock, in a private cloud.
At night, on the roof, blind drops crawl and the ordinary brown owl gives us proof he can count: five times--always five-- he stamps and takes off after the fat frogs that, shrilling for love, clamber and mount.
House, open house to the white dew and the milk-white sunrise kind to the eyes, to membership of silver fish, mouse, bookworms, big moths; with a wall for the mildew's ignorant map;
darkened and tarnished by the warm touch of the warm breath, maculate, cherished; rejoice! For a later era will differ. (O difference that kills or intimidates, much of all our small shadowy life!) Without water
the great rock will stare unmagnetized, bare, no longer wearing rainbows or rain, the forgiving air and the high fog gone; the owls will move on and the several waterfalls shrivel in the steady sun.
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7072 days old here
Total Posts: 51848
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Location:
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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.
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7072 days old here
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Location:
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The First Rain by Yehuda Amichai
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year is a trained beast with no memories. Soon you will again wear your harnesses, Beautiful and embroidered, to hold Sheer stockings: you Mare and harnesser in one body.
The white panic of soft flesh In the panic of a sudden vision Of ancient saints.
Rapunzel
Age: 124
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flimsy like paper lace
Flimsy like a lace paper window pane Rattled in a heavy wind blown rain The rain The rain came quickly down And the shutters leaked as they tried in vain To curb the pelting sound The rain the rain falls wet and cold And weakens the hillside ground Which then gives way and Tumults over the wall which cannot hold The rain the rain When will it end The rain will never cease The rain will someday wash our weary souls I am told The rain the rain the rain the rain
Rapunzel
Age: 124
7072 days old here
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Location:
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Rain is Falling
Rain, rain, its always raining, Rain, rain, I end up saying, Rain, rain, please go away now, Rain, rain, just leave right now, Rain, rain, don’t know how, I don’t care how, To make my rainy day just go away…
So I stand, in the pouring rain, So I can, feel the growing pain, Of having rain, coming down like the Armageddon flame.
I can see raindrops playing their game, Even though they look the same, I know that there is more to rain……
