Il Pleut

Ann Lauterbach

And the ghosts of Galileo 

 and Apollinaire 

are meeting in a room 

 reserved for those 

in mourning for 

 acts of insight 

that link 

 perception（知觉，看法） 

to understanding. 

 They inhale（吸气） clouds 

that promise a more 

 thorough oblivion 

than mere death. 

 There's a knock at the 

horizon. Someone 

 has come to join them. 

She is clothed in 

 white and, 

like them, is 

 invisible to them. 

She speaks slant 

 lines only the birds hear.