RAIN BEFORE DAWN
by: F. Scott Fitzgerald
(1896-1940)
- HE dull,
faint patter in the drooping hours
- Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair
- With damp; the burden of the heavy air
- Is strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers,
- Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers
- Dying. Blind with unrest I grow aware:
- The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair
- And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers.
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- I lie upon my heart. My eyes like hands
- Grip at the soggy pillow. Now the dawn
- Tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse
- Of night; lead-eyed and moist she straggles o'er the lawn,
- Between the curtains brooding stares and stands
- Like some drenched swimmer -- Death's within the house!
"Rain Before Dawn" is
reprinted from the Nassau Literary Magazine, February,
1917. |
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