Sunday, May 17, 2020

Great Diamonds

—Public Domain Photo

—Edward Thomas (1878-1917)
It rains, and nothing stirs within the fence
Anywhere through the orchard’s untrodden, dense
Forest of parsley.  The great diamonds
Of rain on the grassblades there is none to break,
Or the fallen petals further down to shake.

And I am nearly as happy as possible
To search the wilderness in vain though well,
To think of two walking, missing there,
Drenched, yet forgetting the kisses of the rain :
Sad, too, to think that never never again,

Unless alone, so happy shall I walk
In the rain.  When I turn away, on its fine stalk
Twilight has fined to naught, the parsley flower
Figures, suspended still and ghostly white,
The past hovering as it revisits the light.


—Medusa, celebrating those great diamonds of rain on the grassblades ~

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