A small town <br />A train stopped on the plain <br /> <br />Deaf stars sleep <br />in every puddle <br />And the water trembles <br />Curtains to the wind <br /> <br />Night hangs in the grove <br /> <br />A lively drizzle <br />From the flower-covered steeple <br />Bleeds the stars <br /> <br />Now and then <br />Ripe hours <br /> <br />Drop on life<br /><br />Vicente Huidobro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hours-7/
