The Poetry Corner

Holles Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

By James Stephens

Through the air, Everywhere, the rain is falling; Brawling on house and tree: On every place that you can see The rain drops go; The roofs are wet, the walls, the ground below. Midnight has come; Now all the people stretch them blind and dumb Each in a bed Save I, who sit and listen overhead Unto the rain Splashing upon the roof and window-pane. Midnight! and I Can get no sleep, nor can the sky.