After the rain the leaves let fall
A few explicit drops;
The sodden turf is firming up again.
Ferns glisten sharp and separate;
By grace of touch
I think I feel their crisp serration.
The toothed edges, as of a fossil caught
In the mind's amber,
Whose outlines I can trace and trace again.
Upon this drenched and drying spine of fern
A blob of rain
Is magnifying glass to one small thought.
After the rain it is time to quit
The mind's museum
For the largess of the still-wet leaves.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely little poem! Now it is the time of monsoon showers. Here in Kerala, it is torrential rain as has never been before! So the scene described is hardly the same. Usually after a summer rain, such scenes abound. The 'ferns with their crisp serration', 'the sodden turf growing firmer again', 'a blob of rain acting as a magnifying glass to one small thought'........ all are great images!