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down the mount i go in the rain the rain the rain only the cap is with me down the path of wandering dogs, and the passengers underneath the pavillion waiting. Then I rush in the rain, seeking for a shelter, like the stick-bug hurrying beside me, big steps, awkward gaits. To a stop I halt by, In the rain but under a roof, Watching the grey plain in the mystic haze, The distant clouds breaking and collapsing, And the light piercing out of them From the world to come, the pandemonium of the sun. -- note: the last sentence contains two quotes from Cormac McCarthy's _All the Pretty Horses_ and _Blood Meridian_. (Sorry for forgetting to put on the note for another quote...) -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 180.218.53.119
hahastarr:I could almost smell the rain 122.62.57.74 08/16 06:48
hahastarr:in the poem the poem the poem!! 122.62.57.74 08/16 06:49
hahastarr:Well done, stick-bug! :D 122.62.57.74 08/16 06:51
celestial09:A fantastic poem! ^^ 64.134.16.24 08/16 07:31
yuuyh:Thx!! 180.218.53.119 08/16 22:00
※ 編輯: yuuyh 來自: 180.218.53.119 (08/18 22:56)