The Raids, 1940. Night and Dawn
Still falls the Rain -
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss -
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.
Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter’s Field, and the sound of the impious [...]
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Still Falls the Rain
Posted in Edith Sitwell, Poetry on December 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
