Rain by Vachel Lindsay, in words of one-beat.

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Rain by Nick Vach. Linds.

Each storm-soaked rose has a fair, bright eye.
And this is the voice of the stone-cold sky:
"Just the boys keep their cheeks dry.
Just the boys fear in pride to cry.
Men thank God for tears.
Lone with the thoughts of their dead.
Lone with lost years.

This one was a breeze, in truth. It seems not to be on the Web, though – it may be still owned, I guess. The two-and-ten on this DOC file is a text, though, and the name of the poem is the same as here if you want to check in books.

(P.S. In my hunt to fix the first word on the last two lines, I found "lorn", a word I now like. It does not fit, though.)

Edit: Post on wordsofonebeat.

Comments

Re: P.S. "Lorn"

[(Anonymous)]

Lorn, as in "Forlorn", does fit.

'Lorn with the thoughts of their dead
'Lorn with lost years

Re: P.S. "Lorn"

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It could, true - the notes for this piece based on the poem say that the source was closer to "lone", though, hence our choice of that.

I think. I don't know, it's been years.