In Canon Square
The sun beat down
One white-gloved Sunday
Warmed the town,
But suddenly
The weather changed
And everything
Was rearranged,
The sun went out,
The sky was grey,
And folk remember
To this day
The rain beat down
In Canon Square,
The rain beat down
And had her share.
The contrast between bright and beautiful vs. dark and dreadful is well-defined here. This sounds based on a real event (?) . A very strong poem to my mind, John.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sudden change of mood symptomatic of much more than the weather I suspect