1350: November Rain | Linda Pastan
"November Rain"
Linda Pastan
How separate we are
under our black umbrellas-dark
planets in our own small orbits,
hiding from this wet assault
of weather as if water
would violate the skin,
as if these raised silk canopies
could protect us
from whatever is coming next-
December with its white
enamel surfaces; the numbing
silences of winter.
From above we must look
like a family of bats-
ribbed wings spread
against the rain,
swooping towards any
makeshift shelter.
On this day in..
2010: "Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna" by Rita Dove
2009: "A Bitterness" by Mary Oliver
2008: "The Goose" by Muriel Spark
2007: Weekend, no poem
whatever I'd missed -/larks flying to nest, church bells, the shepherd's/home-toward-evening song - rushed in, and I/would rage again.
Linda Pastan
How separate we are
under our black umbrellas-dark
planets in our own small orbits,
hiding from this wet assault
of weather as if water
would violate the skin,
as if these raised silk canopies
could protect us
from whatever is coming next-
December with its white
enamel surfaces; the numbing
silences of winter.
From above we must look
like a family of bats-
ribbed wings spread
against the rain,
swooping towards any
makeshift shelter.
On this day in..
2010: "Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna" by Rita Dove
2009: "A Bitterness" by Mary Oliver
2008: "The Goose" by Muriel Spark
2007: Weekend, no poem
whatever I'd missed -/larks flying to nest, church bells, the shepherd's/home-toward-evening song - rushed in, and I/would rage again.