Rainfall
Here in the world cocooned beneath the rain, the moist warmth,
the roof of droplets and twigs, the soft blankets of air with a
thousand splashing stings. Here is beauty on her bed of water,
awakened by the sudden fresh transparency, attuned to a pure
idea of herself, drawn like water by glass. In the air where
the water's babbling above fragrant with grass, and suspends from
the tieback of lianas pearl-studded canopies and the crackling
arithmetic of a crystal abacus.
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Julien Gracq
Abounding Freedom
translated by Alice Yang
World Poetry, 2024
