For Every Rain


For Every Rain


            For every day of sleep

let me shoulder the rain.


            For every autumn flower

let me pass through the

shadows well.


Who waters the eagle’s nest?

How many voices cry out

in the attic up high?



animals hailing the rising

sun. Laughter in the eyes

of children.


            Go deep,

go generous past the

crossroads, through the

lonely world.


            There are heartless fools

drumming to break every

good faith, and rainbows

there to drown all tears

in howling




Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst


For Every Rain Cover 5


First published in “Mother of Thyme”  1992



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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.



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