Weather Poems
Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking
by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
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Great Are The Myths
by Walt Whitman
GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.
Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;
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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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Adam's Curse
by William Butler Yeats
WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
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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.
Hittegolf
by Mario Odekerken
Zinderende lucht,
de straten slapen van hitte,
geen zuchtje te zien.
De wereld smelt in stilte,
alles wacht op wat regen.
Heatwave
by Mario Odekerken
Shimmering still air,
the streets lie quiet with heat,
not a breeze in sight.
The world melts into silence,
all things wait for drops of rain.
