  The corner of a great rain Steamy with the country Has fallen upon my garden. I go back and forth now And the little leaves follow me Talking of the great rain, Of branches broken, And the farmer's curses! But I go back and forth In this corner of a garden And the green shoots follow me Praising the great rain. We are not curst together, The leaves and I, Framing devices, flower devices And other ways of peopling The barren country. Truly it was a very great rain That makes the little leaves follow me. |
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