Distant Rainfall - Poem by Robinson Jeffers
Like mourning women veiled to the feet
Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the
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
Titaness after Titaness proudly
Bearing her tender magnificent sorrow at her heart, the lost
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