Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then --
But, alas, we all are babes.
by William Carlos Williams
A three-day-long rain from the east-
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence-patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.