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
harvested
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
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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.
Showing how nutty reality is becoming. In Redhill today a busker played AEidelweiss.