(18 February 1926 – 25 February 2001 / Whiteville, North Carolina)

Raindrops

You and I are like raindrops on glass -
Two separate droplets haltingly moving
down a window pane following a summer storm.

With gentle fate our paths converge.
Absorbing each other, we make a
smooth, gradual acceleration.

Now one in movement,
on a direct continuum we move,
until our blended spent dropp evaporates.

July 26,1998

by Elisa M. Golden

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Comments (6)

A poem where meeting and parting with beloved have turned into a dazzling display of naughty words to satiate the reader no end. How enjoyable these expressions are: .... how terrible / to buy that absence / before the fragrance of any presence comes.
Autonomy a nice poem all love thank you
to have you, I school myself to let you go; how terrible to buy that absence before the fragrance of any presence comes: Marvelous is only the word to appreciate such theory of self-torture dogma. Autonomy could not be granted as auto-extinction. Good post indeed.
Not a poem I like, even if Ammons was a established poet. For me, thin gruel; a poem that lives from emotions without the observed frame that transports emotions..
You cen feel the anguish in every word Ammos writes, the man seems to be writing about a relationship which has growing to become codependent, he both wants to seperate from a need to be himself but his autonamy is threatend by his neurosis of thinking he needs that person, fo fullfill himself. This is the catch 22 of love understanding that every relationship needs healthy boundries.
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