Running Water




Autumn Rain

The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;

The cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drawn

in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face

falling – I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace

Heaven’s muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain

of tears, the store
in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain

now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible

of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain.

DH Lawrence














5 thoughts on “Running Water

  1. Part of the reason for the title of the article is I recently had a conversation with a couple of Nigerian emigres and you never know where conversations go, we got talking about African names and I asked what my African name was and we settled on something along the lines of Running Water as I was born by the sea. And then when I went pyramid investigating, a running water stream created itself from a path which had been water free a few days ago.

    And looking for a proper African name, the first name linked with water which showed was Aiwel which is a name connected with the Bor and Dinka tribe who are based in Sudan.

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