Let us discover some new alphabet,
For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,
And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,—
Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion,
Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.”— American Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, short-story writer, novelist, and critic Conrad Aiken (1889-1973), “Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain,” in Conrad Aiken: Collected Poems, 1916-1970, Second Edition (1970)
Don’t get me wrong: these are lovely verses, demonstrating the tremendous skill and depth of feeling of Conrad Aiken.
But, after my area of the Northeast was hit with flooded streets and highways Tuesday night—and with even worse forecast for today—I can’t wait “till rain is done” this week.
(By the way, while on
vacation 25 years ago, I went out one afternoon to see Bonaventure Cemetery, just east of Savannah. You may recall this resting place as the
stunning backdrop for the book and film adaptation of Midnight in the Garden
of Good and Evil. But it’s also where Aiken and another son of Savannah, Oscar-winning
songwriter Johnny Mercer, are buried. I think it’s no coincidence that, coming
from this beautiful region, both men included plenty of images of nature in their
work.)
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