Weather Poems
Four Songs Of Four Seasons
by Algernon Charl Swinburne
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND
OUTSIDE the garden
The wet skies harden;
The gates are barred on
The summer side:
"Shut out the flower-time,
Sunbeam and shower-time;
Make way for our time,"
Wild winds have cried.
Green once and cheery,
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Meditations In Time Of Civil War
by William Butler Yeats
I
Ancestral Houses
SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills
And never stoop to a mechanical
Or servile shape, at others' beck and call.
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A Song Of Life
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
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O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
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Nathalocus
by James Clerk Maxwell
I.
Bleak was the pathway and barren the mountain,
As the traveller passed on his wearisome way,
Sealed by the frost was each murmuring fountain,
And the sun shone through mist with a blood-coloured ray.
But neither the road nor the danger together,
Could alter his purpose, nor yet the rough weather;
So on went the wayfarer through the thick heather,
Till he came to the cave where the dread witches stay.
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weather you breathe in
by Rikske Kessner
"weather you breathe in"
Grief is a solitary room,
it widens into a shared landscape,
some days that landscape itself
not gone
but part of the very air
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Fog
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Boy,
There’s heavy fog tonight
It blends well with darkness —
The synergy between floating white cells, outside
Of our anatomy, and
Pulverized charcoal,
Thus wetting the greyness of
The breath of late November, cloudy and smoky.
With such picture, I can only think warmly of
Bridge over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel.
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Suffering the Consequences
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
It's been a while since I went out
I stare through the window
And watch the blue skies
Every day, I wait for rain
But it's the third day of heat
And I am feeling it
As I stay in the cellar
Trying to get cool
Hoping to get relief
I could never stand this weather
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Gray skies outside the window
by Mario Odekerken
The sky forgets
how to be anything but gray.
It leans against the glass,
dull and unspeaking,
like someone
who has run out of questions.
A tree stands still,
barely moved by the wind
that doesn't care to arrive.
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Hitzewelle
by Mario Odekerken
Flirrende Luft steht,
die Straßen schlafen vor Glut,
kein Windhauch weht mehr.
Die Welt schmilzt in das Schweigen,
alles sehnt sich nach dem Regen.
