As One Listens To The Rain Poem by Octavio Paz

As One Listens To The Rain

Rating: 3.9


Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time,
the day is still leaving,
the night has yet to arrive,
figurations of mist
at the turn of the corner,
figurations of time
at the bend in this pause,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
without listening, hear what I say
with eyes open inward, asleep
with all five senses awake,
it's raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight:
what we are and are,
the days and years, this moment,
weightless time and heavy sorrow,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
wet asphalt is shining,
steam rises and walks away,
night unfolds and looks at me,
you are you and your body of steam,
you and your face of night,
you and your hair, unhurried lightning,
you cross the street and enter my forehead,
footsteps of water across my eyes,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the asphalt's shining, you cross the street,
it is the mist, wandering in the night,
it is the night, asleep in your bed,
it is the surge of waves in your breath,
your fingers of water dampen my forehead,
your fingers of flame burn my eyes,
your fingers of air open eyelids of time,
a spring of visions and resurrections,
listen to me as one listens to the rain,
the years go by, the moments return,
do you hear the footsteps in the next room?
not here, not there: you hear them
in another time that is now,
listen to the footsteps of time,
inventor of places with no weight, nowhere,
listen to the rain running over the terrace,
the night is now more night in the grove,
lightning has nestled among the leaves,
a restless garden adrift-go in,
your shadow covers this page.

As One Listens To The Rain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amanda Laurent 13 January 2013

I love reading this when it's actually raining - it's so calming because the words just flow so well.

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Jenae H 08 May 2013

the illusion of time...nice

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Ray Quesada 09 January 2013

in chapter 5 of Kerouac's novel, The Town and The City, there is a poetic sort of meditation about the rain. it's not really a poem, but the entire chapter flows like one. this really reminds me of that, anyone who likes this should def. check out that section in Kerouac's first novel.

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free fairy airy 17 October 2011

feel like a musical poem.

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Mojdeh P 12 February 2012

nice...................

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Esselebor Ebhojie 06 December 2021

Spectacular and refreshing, healing soulful lines of beauty

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Dr Antony Theodore 03 December 2019

isten to me as one listens to the rain, without listening, hear what I say with eyes open inward, asleep with all five senses awake, .. what a fine poem.. tony

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 28 September 2019

Listening to the rain brings you to a journey of different tracks of memories you once had.

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Adeeb Alfateh 26 June 2019

it is the mist, wandering in the night, it is the night, asleep in your bed, it is the surge of waves in your breath, your fingers of water dampen my forehead, your fingers of flame burn my eyes, your fingers of air open eyelids of time, superb great wrote great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Astro Jerm 21 February 2019

Such an enchanting piece..

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