Robinson Jeffers

(10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

Distant Rainfall - Poem by Robinson Jeffers

Like mourning women veiled to the feet
Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the
far verge.
The ocean is green where the river empties,
Dull gray between the points of the headlands, purple where
the women walk.
What do they want? Whom are they mourning?
What hero's dust in the urn between the two hands hidden in
the veil?
Titaness after Titaness proudly
Bearing her tender magnificent sorrow at her heart, the lost
battle's beauty.


Comments about Distant Rainfall by Robinson Jeffers

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 6:36:00 AM)


    Like mourning women veiled to the feet
    Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the
    far verge.
    The ocean is green where the river empties,
    Dull gray between the points of the headlands, purple where
    the women walk.

    - (Italian :)

    Come donne in lutto, velate fino ai piedi
    Alti e snelli i temporali scorrono lenti, verso la nuvola grigia
    in lontananza.
    L'oceano è verde dove il fiume si svuota,
    Grigio opaco tra le estremità dei promontori, viola dove
    quelle donne vanno.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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