Winter 1960 • Vol. XXII No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1960 |

Let Me Listen

I cannot thank you, rain, enough. You would not hear me anyway. You have your noises—let me listen As the dark grass will all day. I am not grass, I am not ground, I do not live by water song; Except as through this blessed glassI feed on sound—may it be long— Of drops that drive into the heart And bring like blood the brightness back. And yet not blood, and yet not mine That cold deep world, crack under crack.

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