Read one of my favorite poems over the weekend. Wish I could write something like this one day. This thought derailed my ambitious weekend plans. So I took an old poem of mine and re-wrote it. Not on par with Jack Gilbert, but nevertheless - I am happy with what I managed.
First Gilbert's
This Rain
By
Jack Gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.
Source - http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-2/
Now, yours truly (hope you don't laugh):
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- Dayanand Kudari
First Gilbert's
This Rain
By
Jack Gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.
Source - http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-2/
Now, yours truly (hope you don't laugh):
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The streets are silent /
Playgrounds are still /
Noise moved elsewhere /
Into our homes /
Into our hearts /
It’s been too long /
Children are not where they belong /
The streets, the playgrounds and the song /
Have been waiting for too long
Playgrounds are still /
Noise moved elsewhere /
Into our homes /
Into our hearts /
It’s been too long /
Children are not where they belong /
The streets, the playgrounds and the song /
Have been waiting for too long
- Dayanand Kudari
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