the liquid beaded sigh of sound



Here’s another poem I love, by Josephine Jacobsen:


Arrival of Rain — by Josephine Jacobsen


At midnight
it began to rain.


The sound of rain everywhere
fills my hollow ear.
The dry weeks round I was not thinking of that sound—
two sounds, the sound
of falling and the sound of drinking—
now here.


Dusty root darkens and the stubble sharpening
its cruel shafts, softens;
my hollow ear harkening
hears stubble green and moisten,
all drinking, all darkening;
the liquid beaded sigh
of sound, two sounds
everywhere and here
in the hollow avid ear.


All need is dry.
Rain is the metaphor.




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