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And I in My Bed Again

Last night
                   tossed in
my bed
                  the sound of the rain turned me
around,
               a leaf
in a dried gully
                        from side to
side,
          the sound of the rain took me
apart,      opened to             what is it?
breath caught in memory of
a deep sweetness
                             that sound
                             unceasing
delicate,             the wetness running
through my body
                           It might be nighttime
                           in a forest hut,
the rain constant
                          in little rivulets
splashing,
                       at times uncertain—

safe in each other's arms,
                                       the rain sheltering
us       a depth opening
bottomless to a terrible sweetness,
                                             the small rain
shaking us in our bed
                                         (the terror)
whispering
                        End of a season,
                        wind from the west

Credit


From To Hold in My Hand: Selected Poems, 1955-1983 (Sheep Meadow Press, 1983). Copyright © 1983 by Hilda Morley.

Author


Hilda Morley

Hilda Morley was born Hilda Auerbach on September 19, 1916, in New York City.

Date Published: 2016-01-26

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