Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain Analysis

Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.Let us discover some new alphabet,For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,-

Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion,Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.There is an oriole who, upside down,Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,-

Under a tree as dead and still as lead;There is a single leaf, in all this heavenOf leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig:The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caughtUpon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs;There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroomWhich catches three drops from the stooping cloud.The timid bee goes back to the hive; the flyUnder the broad leaf of the hollyhockPerpends stupid with cold; the raindark snailSurveys the wet world from a watery stone...And still the syllables of water whisper:The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we waitIn the dark room; and in your heart I findOne silver raindrop,-on a hawthorn leaf,-Orion in a cobweb, and the World.

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