Three Poems by Three Others...

 

You ask my thoughts

Through the long night

I spent listening

To the heavy rain

Beating against the windows

~ Izumi Shikibu

 

 

 My hands

Where they touch you, create

Small inhabited islands

 

Soon you will be

All earth: a known

Land, a country

~ Margaret Atwood

 

 

The rain drums down like red ants,

Each bouncing off my window.

The ants are in great pain

And they cry out as they hit

As if their little legs were only

Stitched on and their heads pasted.

And oh they bring to mind the grave,

So humble, so willing to be beat upon

With its awful lettering and

The body lying underneath

Without an umbrella.

Depression is boring, I think

And I would do better to make

Some soup and light up the cave.

~ Anne Sexton