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You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen
(7 February 1946 / Liverpool / England)

You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen

You come to me quiet as rain not yet fallen
Afraid of how you might fail yourself your
dress seven summers old is kept open
in memory of sex, smells warm, of boys,
and of the once long grass.
But we are colder now; we have not
Love’s first magic here. You come to me
Quiet as bulbs not yet broken
Out into sunlight.

The fear I see in your now lining face
Changes to puzzlement when my hands reach
For you as branches reach. Your dress
Does not fall easily, nor does your body
Sing of it won accord. What love added to
A common shape no longer seems a miracle.
You come to me with your age wrapped in excuses
And afraid of its silence.

Into the paradise our younger lives made of this bed and room
Has leaked the world and all its questioning
and now those shapes terrify us most
that remind us of our own. Easier now
to check longings and sentiment,
to pretend not to care overmuch,
you look out across the years, and you come to me
quiet as the last of our senses closing.

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Comments (12)

such a beautiful work here..! ! i really love this.. thanks for sharing keep writing :)
Looking across the year we can look upon life. This poem is very interesting one.
You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen...you come to me quiet as the last of our senses closing/// Romantically written; lovely expression
Attraction certainly changes with age. And, in this poem, letting go of those younger, passionate attractions means (although puzzling when compared to what was) a sense of quiet and silence, perhaps acceptance.
Rain yet has not fallen and rain yet has not whispered. In lining of face fear is seen. Beauty of life is felt with beauty of love. This poem is very interestingly penned and this is an nice poem of the day. Thank you very much for sharing this....10
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