Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Mauve Summer Rain

The mauve summer rain
Is falling again-
It soaks through the eves
And the ladies’ sleeves
It soaks through the leaves
That like silver fish fall
In the fountains, recall
Afternoons when I
Was a child small and shy
In the palace….Fish lie
On the grass with lives darkling.
Our laughter falls sparkling
As the mauve raindrops bright
When they fall through the light
With the briefest delight.
The pavilions float
On the lake like a boat….
Mauve rains from the trees fall
Like wisteria flowers…all
My life is like this
And drifts into nothingness!
The strange ladies sigh
“The autumn is nigh’…
The king bows and mutters….
His eyelids seem shutters
Of a palace pavilion
Deserted a million
Echoing years ago.
Oh, but the rain falls slow.
-Edith Sitwell (1887–1964)

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