Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

-Mary Oliver, from What Do We Know


5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by frenchgirl on May 7, 2008 at 7:42 pm

    I like that, especially the last stanza. “Soft rain”–I wish!! Our basement got wet…yeah, not good.


  2. I love Mary Oliver! It’s been a while since I read any poetry by her. I love that line in that one poem (ha ha — can’t remember what it’s called): “Tell me — what will you do with your one wild and precious life?” (Or something like that.)


  3. Very cool. For a minute I thought that you had written it. I would not have been surprised.


  4. Posted by matches on May 13, 2008 at 1:31 pm

    wow. absolutely beautiful. wow.


  5. Posted by runninghare on June 30, 2009 at 3:02 am

    A very beautiful and evocative poem. Much enjoyed it.


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