Weather poems
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© Tony Harrison
Next millennium you'll have to search quite hard
to find my slab behind the family dead,
butcher, publican, and baker, now me, bard
adding poetry to their beef, beer and bread.
Myself can read the Telegrams
© Emily Dickinson
Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock's advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
Before you thought of Spring
© Emily Dickinson
Before you thought of Spring
Except as a Surmise
You see -- God bless his suddenness --
A Fellow in the Skies
Those Graves In Rome
© Larry Levis
There are places where the eye can starve,
But not here. Here, for example, is
The Piazza Navona, & here is his narrow room
Overlooking the Steps & the crowds of sunbathing
East India Grill Villanelle
© Cecilia Woloch
Across the table, Bridget sneaks a smile;
she's caught me staring past her at the man
who brings us curried dishes, hot and mild.
Supplication
© Constantine Cavafy
The sea took a sailor to its depths.--
His mother, unsuspecting, goes and lightsa tall candle before the Virgin Mary
for his speedy return and for fine weather --and always she turns her ear to the wind.
But while she prays and implores,the icon listens, solemn and sad,
Silet
© Ezra Pound
When I behold how black, immortal ink
Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away!
Why should we stop at all for what I think?
There is enough in what I chance to say.
The Seafarer
© Ezra Pound
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
The Long Race
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
They dredged an hour for words, and then were done.
Good-bye!
You have the same old weather-vane
Your little horse thats always on the run.
And all the way down back to the next train,
Down the old hill to the old road again,
It seemed as if the little horse had won.
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror
© John Ashbery
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
