Sonnet of the Wishing Stone
If I were rain, and on your earth could rain
If I were a candle, could light your way
If I were fire, could set your bed aflame
If I were a pen, could write on your page
If I were sky, carmine blue
If I were desert, scorpion yellow
If I were stone, heavy black
If I were water, froth white
If I were a soul, if I could fly, a bird
If I were flesh, if I could swell, the sea
If I were body, if I could blow, the wind
If I were mist, could drop upon you, morning
If I were cloud, descend to your world, evening
If I were a candle, could expire inside you, night.
poet: Enis Batur
translated: Cas Stockford
at DAM, Istanbul, September 2016
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.”
― Pablo Neruda, Rain
When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
Jalal al-Din Rumi
“…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
“You are not a drop in the ocean.
You are the entire ocean in a drop.” ― Rumi
A Line-Storm Song
by Robert Frost
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
I know well
that the June rains…
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky. — Rabindranath Tagore
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow