© Bruce Goodman 15 July 2017
(The poetic form selected for this month is the ghazal. The refrain is taken from Edith Sitwell’s profound poem, “Still falls the rain”. This ghazal is NOT intended as a reflection on her poem; it’s simply a phrase that’s stayed with me for fifty years or so).
Night has turned to day yet still falls the rain.
Accept what floods you get. Still falls the rain.
Lovers steal the hearts of one another
And leave the lost to fret. Still falls the rain.
Mollycoddling keeps us warm and dry but
Socks, shoes, and feet get wet. Still falls the rain.
Frozen clouds gather on far mountain hills.
It’s cold this night? You bet! Still falls the rain.
Sun brings its joys to those who ever hope,
Yet sleet shall caste its net. Still falls the rain.
Our days are predetermined, are they not?
So Bruce’s steps are set. Still falls the rain.