Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATE RAIN, by WALTER G. RICHARDSON First Line: Late rain / finally came Last Line: Until another season. Subject(s): Rain | ||||||||
Late rain finally came chattering at the window pane. For days the clouds loitered over Los Angeles valley; tricked the sun into winking at Sea Lions, solemn sentinels at guard around San Pedro bay -- When they bellow the boom shakes the ocean. Clouds beguiled the sun into leering at great cinnamon bears, sprawled and slumbering pets at the feet of indulgent mountains -- They slumber ever silent and silent ever slumber. A faint failure moaning; back-slapping a blind; ghost-visiting a sash; knocking at the door with a lonely rattle; a hand-spat-tease at the blue gas flame; in a weak wail, whimpering, stutters out of the room. The palm trees sound their fan shaped leaves like distant water full stream melody-rushing brook-cataract. Late rain in the desert is a subtle thing slightly offering reluctant gesture. The clouds soon wring their damp rags. These the tropical sun burns to a vanishing blur and bans from these sands until another season. | 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 CLEAN SWEEP by WALTER G. RICHARDSON |
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