SUMMER RAIN
—Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
—Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.
Ping!—Ping!—and there was not a pin-point of silence between
them.
them.
The rain rattled and clashed,
And the slats of the shutters danced and glittered.
But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-colored
With your brightness,
nd the words you whispered to me
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!
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—Medusa, reminding you that this afternoon, Poetry in Placerville will host William O’Daly and Ray Keifetz (plus open mic) at Love Birds Coffee & Tea Co. on Broadway in Placerville, 1pm. Or head over to Davis to hear Mary Zeppa and Barbara West at Davis Arts Center, 2pm.
