Non semper imbres

It’s no aye rainin’ on the misty Achils, It’s no aye white wi’ winter on Nigour; The winds are no’ sae mony sorrowin’ Rachels, That grieve, and o’ their grief will no’ gie owre. Dark are Benarty slopes, an’ the steep Lomon’ Flings a lang shadow on the watter plain ; But fair Lochleven’s no […]

This rain

The rain I am in is not like the rain of cities. It fills the woods with an immense and confused sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and its porch with inconsistent and controlled rhythms. And I listen, because it reminds me again and again that the whole world runs by rhythms […]

Rain and the Rhinoceros

Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By “they” I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, […]

Uncurl like seaweed

Daydream One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily, And loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight, And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted, Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers, Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea, And work will be simple and swift as a seagull […]