God loves the rain, not us. Ours is what spills over, what we look for that finds us: innocence by association. Cloud shadows feel their way, rapid and blind, over the face of the prairie. Pine trees atop the ridge row the world into the dampblack sky. God's mistress rides by on a feather of water. After she is gone her fragrance is everywhere. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CONTRAST; THE SUNNY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS JUVENIS) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY RETRIBUTION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |