Arrows of Rain
To hang on a wall of my empty room,
I think I will need a picture of rain.
Hitting the ground, and springing up to ankles,
Rain wets the socks and trousers from below.
My eyes chase along
Roof-edges, streets, sidewalks,
--tick, tick, tick--
Checking all, one by one,
To find a dark brolly,
And a woman in black enamel shoes,
Lightly treading the watery pavement,
And behind dropping her dancing-like steps
In the bouncing V's of endless raindrops.
I will be then watching the rain's arrows
Countlessly stick into my vacant heart:
For sometimes deadly pains
Awake love from deep sleep.