Many voices speak.

Photograph by Tim Walker.

"Many voices speak. Yours like water calls.
Yours is like rain, when through the night it falls.
Softly purls in a fumbling dive,
slowly, hesitantly, torturedly alive.
Trickles and strains, trembling like a ground, towards my skin,
behind every sound, wraps itself softly, closes me in, fills my ears, whispering
memory's refrain.
I don't want to sit silent where I can't come near you.
I want to dwell and live where I can hear you.
Many voices speak.
Through them all I hear only yours like the night rain fall."

Many voices speak by Karin Boye. From 'Karin Boye: Complete Poems'.