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The Rain Poured Down

Intro by Ted Kooser
08.03.2005

Every read­er of this col­umn has at one time felt the fright­en­ing and par­a­lyz­ing pow­er­less­ness of being a small child, unable to find a way to repair the world. Here the Cal­i­for­nia poet, Dan Ger­ber, steps into mem­o­ry to cap­ture such a moment.

The Rain Poured Down

My mother weeping
in the dark hallway, in the arms of a man,
not my father,
as I sat at the top of the stairs unnoticed—
my mother weeping and pleading for what I didn't know
then and can still only imagine—
for things to be somehow other than they were,
not knowing what I would change,
for, or to, or why,
only that my mother was weeping
in the arms of a man not me,
and the rain brought down the winter sky
and hid me in the walls that looked on,
indifferent to my mother's weeping,
or mine,
in the rain that brought down the dark afternoon.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Dan Gerber's most recent book is Trying to Catch the Horses (Michigan State University Press, 1999). "The Rain Poured Down" copyright © 2005 by Dan Gerber and reprinted by permission of the author. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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