On the hills everyone's courage failed That meant a clean break from the past A clear-cut informed decision in the rain A prophet sat right there, cross-legged, Smiling in the polished marble vault The decadent city dropped away gradually In the semantic vagueness of the general rain The lovers promptly lost their pristine bodies In the fecund continuity of the falling rain A little rain-girl smiled beatifically In the blue and green of her eyes There was no tentativeness in their slant.
