Poems by Anais Nin

In the country, the trees bend

Under the weight of the rain

That is falling in huge drops, under the name cheater,

For it brings a second night.

The sky clears, illuminating the earth for a second,

And then frightens the sleeping birds

With a great clap of thunder, and like bitter tears

The drops of rain become noisily mixed with those already fallen.

And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.