A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick. <br /> I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower. <br /> Liz, there are children in clumsy jackets. <br /> Cobblestones and the sun now in a curbside pool. <br />I will call in an hour where you are sleeping. <br />I've been walking for 7 hrs on yr name day. <br /> Dead, I am calling you now. <br /> There are colonnades. Yellow wrappers in the square. <br /> Just what you'd suspect: a market with flowers and matrons, <br /> handbags. Beauty walks this world. <br /> It ages everything. <br /> I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem, <br /> a we-see poem, a they-love poem. <br />The green. All the different windows. <br /> There is so much stone here. <br /> And grass. So beautiful each translucent electric blade. <br /> And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. <br /> These things.Things that have been already said many times: <br /> leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.<br /><br />Peter Gizzi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-raining-on-delft/
