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Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
Here’s hoping Cyclone
Kiera comes.
In this hard, hard week
banged the desk corner
with my elbow
hit on the head by the
metal steel gate
shocked, staggered, but
didn’t fall
spilt blood and lots of worry of concussion
in this heat lay low in
the house
for two days, ants in
my bed
nothing on the radio
and the heat, the heat,
the unbearable heat.
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ReplyDeleteVernon, I love this poem. I hope you're better. We too have had unbearable heat--today was 107 F at my house--it addles the brain. We won't see rain till Fall. Hang in there and think cool thoughts, stop shedding your blood and the ants will leave if you don't eat cookies in bed.
ReplyDeleteKati Short
Bob Dylan wrote “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall.” Part of the song, which has some resonance with Vernon’s poem, goes,
ReplyDeleteI've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
On the other hand, an Irish blessing takes a different tack entirely: May the blessing of the rain be on you—the soft sweet rain. May it fall upon your spirit so that all the little flowers may spring up, and shed their sweetness on the air. May the blessing of the great rains be on you, may they beat upon your spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there many a shining pool where the blue of heaven shines, and sometimes a star.