Rain Poems
Canto 49
by Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.
Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset
Evening is like a curtain of cloud,
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Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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Exposure
by Wilfred Owen
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1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.
6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
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The City In Which I Loved You
by Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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Tanka 09
by Masaoki Shiki
two feet tall,
the crimson-budded roses,
their young thorns
tender in
the soft spring rain
When it Rains
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Within this rattling of the metals above
And the heavenly grumbles, the grey void
The waterholes, frayed, loosened, dispatched . . .
Now, silences lose their grips.
It rains and there’s deep slumber
Tents’ pegs are mocked by watermud, recasting
Shadows of the primitive nights on days’ weakened rays
Silences, except for the rhythm known when it rains.
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Rainy Days
by Shreeja Banerjee
Raindrops whisper, pitter-patter,
Lullaby on rooftop tiles.
Gray clouds gather, shadows scatter,
World outside in soft exile.
Cozy nook, a steaming mug,
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Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
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The Rain Commandments
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
You shall not speak to lightning
As if he were your mate
You shall count your fingers, beginning from
One rainy day to the last
Your bosom shall be cleansed
Before the first rain
If you peep through the door of rain
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Sacred Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
When the sinciput of the clouds cracks
for the first time,
accompanied by the lifting of the brows
of the sky,
and there is an eloquent ceremony in the
heavens' hall of grey,
it is Sacred Rain.
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Conrad Potter Aiken (32 poems about Rain)
Conrad Aiken] (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia -
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (21 poems about Rain)
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