the rain..... <br />rat tat tat...rat tat tat <br />on the roof. <br />the irish woman's <br />deep words <br />of resentment <br />'scoundrel', 'rascal' <br />seem to turn the sound <br />into notes of approval. <br />a deep <br />emphathy <br />in me <br />trails the rain <br />striking the <br />high keys in my heart. <br />the stirring <br />echoes of the rain. <br />long overdue - <br />a new word for <br />such futile angst, <br />emphathy? <br />history, <br />the pain that <br />accompanies it. <br />not the first time <br />similar words <br />run from <br />these souls <br />in my occasional brush <br />with the irish, <br />the fine people who <br />give us plenty of <br />literary luminaries. <br />these literary giants <br />who in their agony <br />for salvation, <br />recognition <br />spun words <br />to give us <br />a view of the <br />different shades <br />of emotions, <br />thoughts that <br />the loss of dignity <br />would rock <br />a human pyshce. <br />a shell painful <br />brush with sand <br />that eventually <br />turns out a <br />lustrous pearl. <br />those irish pearls <br />strewn all over the pages. <br />their words rock consciences. <br />a siesmic tremour <br />in the collective <br />mental world. <br />i remember my own. <br />they bought opiums <br />till their nation cracked. <br />i met another british woman <br />who complained to me <br />about 'the english people'. <br /> <br />http: //www.sondra.net/al/vol8/83Chunghoo.htm<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-irish-woman/
