Love In The Rain Poem by christian MERLE

I said you, you were beautiful,
With inexhaustible resources,
You gave me a river
Under the shadows of old alders.
You gave me a field,
Where you ran in your Fisherman-knit jersey
And James Joyce was laughing,
Listerring to the chirps of whrislers.
It was time of love. Your games
Fascinated the first faultless flowers,
I felt an obvious fear for Dubliners,
For the granulous irish rain,
Which fells on the stone of eloquence.
Prying in the pulpit oratory of
Saint Ann Shandon's Church, Cork
In darkness of granulous irish skies,
My heart passed boddly into that other world,
In the full glory of some passion.