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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

C. K. Williams: "Droplets"













Even when the rain falls relatively hard,
only one leaf at a time of the little tree
you planted on the balcony last year,
then another leaf at its time, and one more,
is set trembling by the constant droplets,

but the rain, the clouds flocked over the city,
you at the piano inside, your hesitant music
mingling with the din of the downpour,
the gush of rivulets loosed from the eaves,
the iron railings and flowing gutters,

all of it fuses in me with such intensity
that I can't help wondering why my longing
to live forever has so abated that it hardly
comes to me anymore, and never as it did,
as regret for what I might not live to live,

but rather as a layering of instants like this,
transient as the mist drawn from the rooftops,
yet emphatic as any note of the nocturne
you practice, and, the storm faltering, fading
into its own radiant passing, you practice again.


"Droplets" by C. K. Williams, from Love About Love. © Ausable Press, 2001.

Photography credit: Still shot of rain falling on a piano keyboard, from a video uploaded by xYaKkUzAx (originally black and white).

 

2 comments :

  1. I can feel this moment. So beautifully captured.

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  2. This is as good as it gets by this bloke. Tread carefully.

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