All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.
Ping!—Ping!—and there was not a pin-point of silence between
The rain rattled and clashed,
And the slats of the shutters danced and glittered.
|1916||The End||D. H. Lawrence|
|1914||Ts'ai Chi'h||Ezra Pound|
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