Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
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isten to me as one listens to the rain, without listening, hear what I say with eyes open inward, asleep with all five senses awake, .. what a fine poem.. tony
Listening to the rain brings you to a journey of different tracks of memories you once had.
it is the mist, wandering in the night, it is the night, asleep in your bed, it is the surge of waves in your breath, your fingers of water dampen my forehead, your fingers of flame burn my eyes, your fingers of air open eyelids of time, superb great wrote great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
your fingers of water dampen my forehead, your fingers of flame burn my eyes, your fingers of air open eyelids of time,
you cross the street and enter my forehead.. such beautiful imagination
Till the end of the poem it is felt in a meditative mood and the words flow is great. The poem from the great poet and got an opportunity to read it is so happy.
I love reading this when it's actually raining - it's so calming because the words just flow so well.
in chapter 5 of Kerouac's novel, The Town and The City, there is a poetic sort of meditation about the rain. it's not really a poem, but the entire chapter flows like one. this really reminds me of that, anyone who likes this should def. check out that section in Kerouac's first novel.
Spectacular and refreshing, healing soulful lines of beauty