this loose girdle of soft rain Hart Crane
I can imagine, one day, out of this world,
missing the sound of the rain,
the thick wet bees of it, rushing arpeggios;
It was good in the hut
where the corrugated iron
of the roof made a drum.
Lovely too are rainblown
craters in sand,
like those on the face
of another planet,
seen from afar.
Listen – the rain enfolding us here.
from 'The Sound of the Rain'
Elizabeth Cook grew up in Dorset and now lives in East London and Suffolk. Her work includes the fiction, Achilles (Methuen), her first poetry collection, Bowl (Worple) and the libretto for Francis Grier’s oratorio, The Passion of Jesus of Nazareth. She has been a
Hawthornden Fellow and was St Edmundsbury Cathedral’s first
Writer in Residence in 2012-13.