Now is the time of rain When heavenly rivers change their courses And pour their crystal flood On the steaming tropic earth with its trees of flame And red trumpets of hibiscus blaring heat -- Dancing, molten heat like burnished metals Shortly to be molded into a god for human sacrifice. This aching brilliance is changed in the twinkling of an eye, Without warning the sudden curtain falls And a new world, wrapped in liquid cellophane, thrills the senses. Subdued, yet almost too beautiful to bear As were the violets and roses pressed under glass in childhood. The magic of the rhythm of the rain, Resolving discords of color and mad desires Into harmony and peace. And in this lush growing season When bamboo is heard climbing in the night And myriad jasmine stars light the drenched day, My heart forgets its searing barrenness And blossoms with the garden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD |