by jack gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
This rain.

0 thoughts on “Rain

  1. Was this the poem posted earlier with this pic? For some reason i thought it was Mr. Catsull…must be those brownies. Any’hoo’, Yeah, rain brings you down i know…a lot of people view it that way as depressing like a ‘defeat’. But i suspect it may depend on your outlook and/or where you live. I kind of like the rain washing the dirtiness of our world and cleansing it in a sort of baptism taking away our sins…equating rain the same power of a new day is like a new beginning. But it’s also relaxing i think and gives living things water to grow.
    The author doesn’t feel that way here, at least in this instance because it is coupled with the absence of a loved one–sorta the straw that broke the camel’s back in this feeling of lonliness.

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