Rainbows are lovely things: The bird, that shakes a cold, wet wing, Chatters with ecstasy, But has no breath to sing: No wonder, when the air Has a double-rainbow there! Look, there's a rainbow now! See how that lovely rainbow throws Her jewelled arm around This world, when the rain goes! And how I wish the rain Would come again, and again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON by EZRA POUND THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG |