Alun Lewis.  All Day It Has Rained.

Alun Lewis. All Day It Has Rained.

Author: The Ceylon Press September 27, 2025 Duration: 2:57

 
All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moors 
Have sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors, 
Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy ground 
And from the first grey wakening we have found 
No refuge from the skirmishing fine rain 
And the wind that made the canvas heave and flap 
And the taut wet guy-ropes ravel out and snap, 
All day the rain has glided, wave and mist and dream, 
Drenching the gorse and heather, a gossamer stream 
Too light to stir the acorns that suddenly
Snatched from their cups by the wild south-westerly
Pattered against the tent and our upturned dreaming faces.
And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces,
Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,
Reading the Sunday papers – I saw a fox
And mentioned it in the note I scribbled home;
And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,
And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities
Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees;
-Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferently
As of ourselves or those whom we
For years have loved, and will again
Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.

And I can remember nothing dearer or more to my heart
Than the children I watched in the woods on Saturday
Shaking down burning chestnuts for the schoolyard’s merry play
Or the shaggy patient dog who followed me
By Sheet and Steep and up the wooded scree
To the Shoulder o’ Mutton where Edward Thomas brooded long
On death and beauty – till a bullet stopped his song.


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The copyright of this podcast recording is David Swarbrick @The Ceylon Press 2025. 

POETRY FROM THE JUNGLE GRATEFULLY ACKNOWLEDGES THE COPYRIGHT CREDIT: 
Copyright Credit: Alun Lewis.  First Published in Horizon, 1941. Selected Poems of Alun Lewis, ed. Jeremy Hooker & Gweno Lewis. Unwin Paperbacks 1981


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