Rain - Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

You go. And the asphalt is suddenly wet,

The green on the trees suddenly new,

And a scent as if of fresh hay

Strikes you in the face that, warm and pale,

Has long awaited the rain.

The grasses that dusty, tired and dull

Have bent down to the earth,

Happily see the swallow flying nearby

And seem suddenly proud again.

But you go. Go, lonely and alone

And know not whether to laugh or cry.

Yet, here and there, sunbeams are shining

As if they have no concern for the rain.

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Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger (1924- 1942) Ukraine

Translated by David Paley

Source: Poems without frontiers