I consider Straight Edge, but
decide I don’t care.
we kiss in alleyways and solve nothing.
Guillaume Apollinaire, ‘Il Pleut’, in Calligrammes: poems of war and peace 1913-1916 (1918)
it’s raining women’s voices as if they had died even in memory
and it’s raining you may as well marvellous encounters of my life O little drops
those rearing clouds begin to neigh a whole universe of auricular cities
listen if it rains while regret and disdain weep to an ancient music
listen to the bonds fall off which hold you above and below
[‘translation’ from: Edward Hirsch, how to read a poem: and fall in love with poetry (2000)]
[Henry Lawson (1902), photograph, Henry Lawson Collection: University of Sydney]