Saturday, December 04, 2004

Two Words...

Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by suprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her "Go now."

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.


(Edward Thomas)

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