A three-day-long rain from the east-- <br />an terminable talking, talking <br />of no consequence--patter, patter, patter. <br />Hand in hand little winds <br />blow the thin streams aslant. <br />Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion. <br />A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves, <br />hurry from one place to another. <br />Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!-- <br />An interminable talking, talking, <br />talking . . .it has happened before. <br />Backward, backward, backward.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-day/
