The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


the rains


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http://www.alansondheim.org/therains0.mp3 viola, rain
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guards stormed the balconies, the rains began,
the reign of terror in the denser brush,
when the rains come lightly in the afternoon


against the rain and wind
and cry heard late into the night,
when the rain blows sheets of sound
leaving the gentle slope, almost invisible; the street,
you can see my face when you forget me - i'm disappearing,
you said the rains from heaven - the standing walls of heaven,
and I walk in silence, like the rain which has fallen
on other days, silently, no longer falling, no silence,
nothing

in the rain that i made
in the rain on the ground

and the form of the rain exists,
the shell of God and our sad and tearful faces
you sleep at night
the rain from heaven -
in the rains that i made
in the rains on the ground

and anyone at all. you felt the rain of her hair
pass over your face, then

this evening until the rain and coming dawn
them, but the rains leave the gentle slope,
almost invisible; the street
and the rains from heaven - the standing walls of heaven

mournful sprits, me me me, and nights the rains the search
in the rains that i made
in the rains on the ground

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