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By Phillis Levin

For this you may see no need,
You may think my aim
Dead set on something


Devoid of conceivable value:
An Anthology of  Rain,
A collection of voices


Telling someone somewhere
What it means to follow a drop
Traveling to its final place of rest.


But do consider this request
If you have pressed your nose
Of any shape against a window,


Odor of metal faint, persistent,
While a storm cast its cloak
Over the shoulder of every cloud


In sight. You are free to say
Whatever crosses your mind
When you look at the face of time


In the passing of one drop
Gathering speed, one drop
Chasing another, racing to reach


A fork in the path, lingering
Before making a detour to join
Another, fattening on the way


Until entering a rivulet
Running to the sill.
So please accept this invitation:


You are welcome to submit,
There is no limit to its limit,
Even the instructions are a breeze


As long as you include
Nothing about yourself
Except your name. Your address


Remains unnecessary, for the rain
Will find you — if you receive it
It receives you (whether or not


You contribute, a volume
Is sent). And when you lift
The collection you may hear,


By opening anywhere, a drop
And its story reappear
As air turns to water, water to air.


  • Arts & Sciences
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  • Nature

Poet Bio

Phillis Levin
Phillis Levin was born and raised in Paterson, New Jersey, and educated at Sarah Lawrence College and The Johns Hopkins University.  She is currently a professor of English and the Poet-in-Residence at Hofstra University. See More By This Poet

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