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For Every Rain
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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?
Angels,
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
colour.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Mother of Thyme” 1992
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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:
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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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Outstanding, check out Allison’s work at:
http://www.amazon.com/Wallpaper-Stars-poetry-Allison-Grayhurst/dp/1490499172/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1372723352&sr=1-4&keywords=allison+grayhurst
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I love the complexity of dark and light imagery in your poem. very beguiling !
I love it so much – I could Eat It. Thank you. A Classic in my library.
“For every day of sleep
let me shoulder the rain.”