We're nearly through with April and her showers. But, before saying hello to May, I'd like to share this poem with you.
A Shower
by Amy Lowell
That sputter of rain, flipping the hedge-rows
And making the highways hiss,
How I love it!
And the touch of you upon my arm
As you press against me that my umbrella
May cover you.
Tinkle of drops on stretched silk.
Wet murmur through green branches.
Such an economy of words. And what a simple expression of joy. How I love it!
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--Diane
Woodcut courtesy Library of Congress.
7 comments:
A rainy day was never so lovely. Thanks, Diane!
I love it, too. Great selection for a sunny day!!!
J
Great poem, and a perfect picture to go with it!
beautiful imagery
Love that hissing highway and the "tinkle of drops on stretched silk" - and the perfectly conveyed sweet emotion. Thanks for sharing!
Even though I'm fed up to HERE with rain, this poem made me fall in love with it again!
Mmmm she has it delightfully! "Wet murmur through green branches." I can't wait for more rain!
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