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It rains (Rictameter)
by Paganini Jones
it rains
softly on leaves,
on the green springtime leaves,
in the secret dark woodland glade.
it rains gently on new shoots, on bright buds.
it comes quiet like sweet sorrow,
like tears in a letter.
like lovers' tears
it rains
07/26/2004
Posted on 07/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/26/04 at 10:46 PM OMG! This a ABSOLUTELY my favorite so far!!! |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/26/04 at 11:35 PM yes, my favorite too. I liked the centering as well. A bittersweetness leaks through the rain. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/17/04 at 11:59 AM rain and tears are of the same Sire and this poem seems Keatsian in its inception. |
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