The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery

......Francis Bacon

Monday, December 20, 2010

Rain

Like The Touch Of Rain


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 surprise:

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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