Sandor Weores (1913 - 1989): "Rain"

The rain's pounding away

         at the rusty eaves.

Twirling, sliding bubbling foam -

         well, that's rain.


You too, and I should walk now

         as free as that

on cloud, on air, the meadow

         and the vapor roads.


Move around up there and here below

        like this liquid thing,

flowing into human life on rooftops

       and on shoes.




From: Czeslaw Milosz - A Book of Luminous Things
           An International Anthology of Poetry

Translated from the Hungarian by J. Kessler 
Harcourt Brace & Company, 1996

W. S. Merwin (1927- ) : "Rain Light"

All day the stars watch from long ago

my mother said I am going now

when you are alone you will be all right

whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain

all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud

touches the patchwork spread on the hill

the washed colors of the afterlife

that lived there long before you were born

see how they wake without a question

even though the whole world is burning



From "The Shadow of Sirius"
Copper Canyon Press 2009
The Shadow of Sirius

Joris Ivens (1898-1989) : "Regen"

Poem on Film format.