Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POINT LOMA SONNETS: 7. RAIN, by WINIFRED DAVIDSON First Line: It rained tonight and down gray loma's slopes Last Line: Awakes tonight and sings and lives again. Subject(s): Point Loma, California; Rain | ||||||||
It rained tonight and down gray Loma's slopes Creep hesitant a thousand vagrant streams Into deep sculptured canyons; like your dreams Of other days; as singing as your hopes Of days to come. How sometimes Fancy scoops A hollow out of Time itself, and gleams Among stilled hours and dead! So long it seems You have but silence known -- your tired heart gropes At first along ways unaccustomed, lost; Then lifts and rushes like this rushing rain, Pours like these rills that search the barren coast And hurtle to the sea. Down some close lane Your heart runs home. So Loma -- lonely ghost -- Awakes tonight and sings and lives again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISTANT RAINFALL by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 32 by JAMES JOYCE HEAVY SUMMER RAIN by JANE KENYON CROWD CORRALLING by MARGARET AVISON THE RAIN-POOL by KARLE WILSON BAKER ON THE GREAT ATLANTIC RAINWAY by KENNETH KOCH APRIL AFTERNOON, POINT LOMA (1769) by WINIFRED DAVIDSON |
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