The First Rain by Yehuda Amichai

Literature Desk
2 October 2019, Wed
Published: 09:04

The First Rain by Yehuda Amichai

The first rain reminds me
Of the rising summer dust.

The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear.
A year is a trained beast with no memories.

Soon you will again wear your harnesses,
Beautiful and embroidered, to hold
Sheer stockings: you
Mare and harnesser in one body.

The white panic of soft flesh
In the panic of a sudden vision
Of ancient saints.