You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen Poem by Brian Patten

You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen

Rating: 3.6


You come to me quiet as rain not yet fallen
Afraid of how you might fail yourself your
dress seven summers old is kept open
in memory of sex, smells warm, of boys,
and of the once long grass.
But we are colder now; we have not
Love’s first magic here. You come to me
Quiet as bulbs not yet broken
Out into sunlight.

The fear I see in your now lining face
Changes to puzzlement when my hands reach
For you as branches reach. Your dress
Does not fall easily, nor does your body
Sing of it won accord. What love added to
A common shape no longer seems a miracle.
You come to me with your age wrapped in excuses
And afraid of its silence.

Into the paradise our younger lives made of this bed and room
Has leaked the world and all its questioning
and now those shapes terrify us most
that remind us of our own. Easier now
to check longings and sentiment,
to pretend not to care overmuch,
you look out across the years, and you come to me
quiet as the last of our senses closing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Shepherd 02 April 2005

Webmaster - please check stanza 2, line 5?

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Amberlee Carter 05 January 2005

wow...this is elegant and quite powerful...well done

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Indira Rice Donegan 18 June 2018

This poem... has broken me in half. beautiful.

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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019

come to me you can come to me as the tranquil rain drop...........

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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019

beautiful 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Steven Brown 25 August 2020

Poem made me really think about myself

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Sarah Shahzad 02 February 2020

such a beautiful work here..! ! i really love this.. thanks for sharing keep writing :)

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Budhashaya Behera 02 February 2020

Looking across the year we can look upon life. This poem is very interesting one.

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Mahtab Bangalee 02 February 2020

You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen...you come to me quiet as the last of our senses closing/// Romantically written; lovely expression

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Rich Tassinari 02 February 2020

Attraction certainly changes with age. And, in this poem, letting go of those younger, passionate attractions means (although puzzling when compared to what was) a sense of quiet and silence, perhaps acceptance.

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Brian Patten

Brian Patten

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