Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network.

I'm David Kern.

Today is Thursday, April 23rd, 2020.

I am back in my car recording again.

And as I'm sitting here, I'm watching the rainfall, and I'm watching the wind blow through the trees and it's chilly

outside at least for here in the south and so I wanted to share a poem that I enjoy

that is about a spring rainstorm it's by William Carlos Williams who was an

American poet who lived from 1883 to 1963.

One of the more interesting American poets, there's a great book about his work and his ideas of poetry by Wendell Berry called William Carlos Williams of Rutherford.

Highly recommend you check that out.

It's one of my favorite books about any poem, any poet,

and about poetry in general. And the poem that I'm going to read today is called Spring Storm.

It's not long. It goes like this. The sky has given over its bitterness.

Out of the dark change, all day long, rain falls and falls as if it would never end.

Still the snow keeps its hold on the ground.

But water, water from a thousand runnels, it collects swiftly, dappled with black, cuts away for

itself through green ice in the gutters.

Drop after drop, it falls from the withered grass stems of the overhanging embankment.

When I read poems like this, of which William Carlos Williams wrote several,

I am always surprised by the fact that at the end there is nothing more.

The poem's over.

As if there is supposed to be, you know, some sort of

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