Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.
Marred by greeting passing groups
In a cinder walk,
Near some naked blackberry hoops
Dim with purple chalk.
I remember three or four
Things you said in spite,
And an ugly coat you wore,
Plaided black and white.
Just a rainy day or two
And a bitter word.
Why do I remember you
As a singing bird?
Thought provoking poem from an amazing poet; it is interesting how the mind can rearrange and romanticize memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of great imagery comes through in this short poem.