William Carlos Williams

The Dark Day

A three-day-long rain from the east—
An interminable talking, talking
Of no consequence—patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
Blow the thin streams aslant.      
Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,
Hurry from one place to another.
Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!—
An interminable talking, talking,       
Talking…. it has happened before.
Backward, backward, backward.

spoken = Leon Branton