Below is the poem entitled Raina After Midnight which was written by poet
Beckett. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Raina, who lives next door,
is always tending
her garden after midnight, sipping
milagro straight from the bottle.
Once I watched her from my window,
as she cut out weeds
and thumbed her flowers sans glove,
bottle in hand and smiling hard,
like a woman in love.
I asked her why.
She answered without looking up,
that darkness was her thing,
and wise ones never run
from true nature, that uncoils
to reveal itself
like the unconscious motivations
behind a dream.
(Or something like that)
I laughed at her and shook my head.
Then she said:
A dragon that's kept hidden,
will someday break free to consume
everything it hadn't been given,
as if all doings were left undone,
all words left unsaid.
That's just how it is,
you'll know it well before you're dead.
Then she went back to her work-hum-sip,
that was that,
that was it.
Sometimes I still see her, washed in moonlight
and the soft winds of the Summer,
as she moves like air, and occasionally wonder
what in the hell she'd meant.