London, a few days ago.
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Michael Nyman, Three Ways of Describing Rain, featuring Rajan and Sajan Misra; full track here.
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After Rain
The snails have made a garden of green lace:
broderie anglaise from the cabbages,
chantilly from the choux-fleurs, tiny veils-
I see already that I lift the blind
upon a woman's wardrobe of the mind.
Such female whimsy floats about me like
a kind of tulle, a flimsy mesh,
while feet in gumboots pace the rectangles-
garden abstracted, geometry awash-
an unknown theorem argued in green ink,
dropped in the bath.
Euclid in glorious chlorophyll, half drunk.
I none too sober slipping in the mud
where rigged with guys of rain
the clothes-reel gauche
as the rangy skeleton of some
gaunt delicate spidery mute
is pitched as if
listening;
while hung from one thin rib
a silver web-
its infant, skeletal, diminutive,
now sagged with sequins, pulled ellipsoid,
glistening.
I suffer shame in all these images.
The garden is primeval, Giovanni
in soggy denim squelches by my hub,
over his ruin
shakes a doleful head.
But he so beautiful and diademed,
his long Italian hands so wrung with rain
I find his ache exists beyond my rim
and almost weep to see a broken man
made subject to my whim.
O choir him, birds, and let him come to rest
within this beauty as one rests in love,
till pears upon the bough
encrusted with
small snails as pale as pearls
hang golden in
a heart that know tears are a part of love.
And choir me too to keep my heart a size
larger than seeing, unseduced by each
bright glimpse of beauty striking like a bell,
so that the whole may toll,
its meaning shine
clear of the myriad images that still-
do what I will-encumber its pure line.
'Euclid in glorious chlorophyll' Wow! What a wonderful poem. What a wonderful post. I shall read this again and again. It made me think of Hockney's rain prints as in the header photograph here http://www.nga.gov/content/ngaweb/features/the-serial-impulse/david-hockney.html
We are usually so negative about rain. Thank you Karen
Posted by: Freda | 13 April 2016 at 08:22 AM
You're welcome, Freda, and thank you for the Hockney link - I do like the rain print especially.
Posted by: Cornflower | 13 April 2016 at 08:58 AM
I am lucky to love rain as I live near Vancouver. Such a delight to read these words aloud with my first cup of coffee and the ducks marching past on their commute to the stream.
Posted by: LoriAngela | 13 April 2016 at 03:45 PM
I love to walk in the rain. I like your poem.
Posted by: Toffeeapple | 13 April 2016 at 05:44 PM
April showers bring forth May flowers...
Posted by: Kathleen | 13 April 2016 at 05:45 PM
Sounds lovely!
Posted by: Cornflower | 13 April 2016 at 06:20 PM
Glad you like the poem - P.K. Page is a new discovery for me.
Posted by: Cornflower | 13 April 2016 at 06:22 PM
They do indeed, and it's lovely to see everything starting to green up with the recent rainy weather here.
Posted by: Cornflower | 13 April 2016 at 06:22 PM
Music's what does it for me, so here's another musical representation of rain for you - Eric Whitacre's Cloudburst (which I have sung).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Zqp0OpzMAI
Posted by: Rosie H | 13 April 2016 at 08:49 PM
That's lovely, Rosie! Thank you so much for the link.
Posted by: Cornflower | 13 April 2016 at 09:46 PM
Indeed, so beautiful Nyman`s music!I find it as a masterpiece :-). This music makes me feel rain like a blessing and awakening of mind - it must be an universal feeling. I have heard it for the first time:)
Posted by: Claire | 14 April 2016 at 05:27 PM
I know Michael Nyman's music isn't to everyone's taste, but for me there's a lot to like there.
Posted by: Cornflower | 14 April 2016 at 09:18 PM
I'm glad you like it!
Posted by: Rosie H | 14 April 2016 at 11:24 PM