Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Bells in the Rain

Bells in the Rain
By Elinor Wylie

Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
Sleep falls; men are at peace again
While the small drops fall softly down.
The bright drops ring like bells of glass
Thinned by the wind; and lightly blown;
Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass
So softly as it falls on stone.
Peace falls unheeded on the dead
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink;
Upon a live man’s bloody head
It falls most tenderly, I think.


Raphael said...

This poem is an unexpected delight. I wonder if you have read any poetry by the American, Mark Doty. His writing is powerful.

Joe said...

I have read Mark's poetry and have even featured him on this blog a few times.