Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Ever since she was an infant, my daughter has slept in when it\u2019s raining. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and be ourselves, The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf, The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone, And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,\u2014 Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion, Beneath […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,50,138,36],"tags":[529,51,137,30,530],"class_list":["post-2283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-babbling","category-inspiration","category-motherhood","category-poetry-2","tag-conrad-aiken","tag-inspiration-2","tag-motherhood-year-3","tag-poetry","tag-rain"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2283","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2283"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2283\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2287,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2283\/revisions\/2287"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLet us discover some new alphabet,
\nFor this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
\nThe rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
\nThe green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,
\nAnd all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,\u2014
\nWho watches with a hard eye from seclusion,
\nBeneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.
\nThere is an oriole who, upside down,
\nHangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,\u2014
\nUnder a tree as dead and still as lead;
\nThere is a single leaf, in all this heaven
\nOf leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig:
\nThe stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught
\nUpon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs;
\nThere is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom
\nWhich catches three drops from the stooping cloud.
\nThe timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly
\nUnder the broad leaf of the hollyhock
\nPerpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail
\nSurveys the wet world from a watery stone…
\nAnd still the syllables of water whisper:
\nThe wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait
\nIn the dark room; and in your heart I find
\nOne silver raindrop,\u2014on a hawthorn leaf,\u2014
\nOrion in a cobweb, and the World. <\/em><\/p>\n
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