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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Age of Aquarius
Sometimes at night I’ll awaken to rainfall on the roof tiles and I think of poets all over the world, their fingers tapping out words on the keys.
--James Finnegan
wherein the cleansing
rain drops will
slowly fill to the brim
the rusted tin
pan under the eaves only
if the sullen skies do not
open to let the sun
shine in.
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Poets of the world unite under the rain falling into pans on tin roofs as long as the sun fails to shine.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vassilis. Wonderful quote and verse.
Elisabeth,
ReplyDeleteThanks should go to the man who heard the rain and thought to tell us. And to you, of course.
very robert frostish!
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