Very sad, Having to Come out of nowhere, The rain We've been waiting for Is waiting too. Trees, By now, Have had enough daylight. They'd like, Please, To sleep it off. If nothing Else, nothing Else. Behind our backs Things mean themselves. Violins crack From wanting to exist. It's hard, getting a word in. I'm waiting To arrive inside my clothes, If nothing else, Willing To be (having to Come out of nowhere) Very sad. 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...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS I LIFT MY CANDLE by ELLEN ANDERSON ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE NOVEL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |