Weather poems
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The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
© Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The Comedian As The Letter C
© Wallace Stevens
379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
Stepping Backward
© Adrienne Rich
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow,
Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by.
In Those Years
© Adrienne Rich
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I
Paul Revere's Ride
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
344. Song-Nithdale’s Welcome Hame
© Robert Burns
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o’er the border,
30. Song-Composed in August
© Robert Burns
NOW westlin winds and slaught’ring guns
Bring Autumn’s pleasant weather;
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
© William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man;And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. (Wordsworth, "My Heart Leaps Up")
On the Dark, Still, Dry Warm Weather, Occasionally Happening in the Winter Months
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire. ... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis Ingenium. Virg., Georg.
The Cicada
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When the sun is hot and growing hotter,And the pond is dry as the ink on a blotter,When dust on the lilac leaves is showing
Aunt Chloe
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"
Echoes from the Greek Anthology
© Henry Van Dyke
I. STARLIGHT1.2Thou lookest on the stars above:1.3Ah, would that I the heaven might be1.4With a million eyes to look on thee.
April
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
April, pryde of all the yeareWhen appeare Leaves, and sap in fleecy budGently stirs with hope to yieldFruit fulfilled From the younglynges of the wood;
Atalanta in Calydon: A Tragedy (complete text)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tous zontas eu dran. katthanon de pas anerGe kai skia. to meden eis ouden repei
