God loves the rain, not us. Ours is what spills over, what we look for that finds us: innocence by association. Cloud shadows feel their way, rapid and blind, over the face of the prairie. Pine trees atop the ridge row the world into the dampblack sky. God's mistress rides by on a feather of water. After she is gone her fragrance is everywhere. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE [EXCELLENT] BALLADE OF CHARITIE by THOMAS CHATTERTON AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE |