Back home, it's sure to be raining. Let's look into the garden.

During Rain

During Rain

Between
slats of the garden
bench, and strung
to their undersides
ride clinging
raindrops, white
with transmitted
light as the bench
with paint: ranged
irregularly
seven staves of them
shine out
against the space
behind: untroubled
by the least breeze they
seem not to move
but one
by one as if
suddenly ripening
tug themselves free
and splash
down to be
replaced by an identical
and instant twin:
the longer you
look at it
the stillness proves
one flow unbroken
of new, false pearls,
dropped seeds of now
becoming then.

from Selected Poems 1955-97 (OUP, 1997), copyright ? Charles Tomlinson 1997, used by permission of the author and the publisher

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