Academic journal article The Hudson Review

Rain on the Ravine

Academic journal article The Hudson Review

Rain on the Ravine

Article excerpt


It's raining on the ravine, on the whole world.

Hoopoes settle on the barn like finials

For wandering columns of smoke.

Dawn, accept us once again today.

I heard the first wasp sound

Its small alarm already in the warmth

Of mist that closes in the path where

Water shimmers. Peaceful, invisible,

It's searching. I might almost believe

I'm there listening to it. But its hum

Grows louder only as image. Under my feet

The path is no longer a path, only my dream

Of the wasp, the hoopoes, the mist.

I loved to step outside at dawn. Time slept

In the embers, pillowed on ash.

Our bodies breathed, at peace in the upstairs bedroom,

Slowly discovered as the shadows ebbed.


Unforgettable, rain of summer mornings

Plashing against the window of the dream

Like first frost; and the sleeper cast

Free of self, seeking with naked hands

The warmth of the other body, still asleep,

In the sound of rain falling upon the world. …

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