Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEATHER SIGN, by BERNARD RAYMUND First Line: Where wrinkled plain and upland meet Last Line: To run their windy race. Subject(s): Weather | ||||||||
Where wrinkled plain and upland meet, And fences straggle to the high Horizon line, the kildeers fly And keening run on rosy feet About their nesting place; Where warm spring rains go boiling down Between high banks of crumbling clay The weather sign has hung all day, A ragged scarf of purple blown Over the land's wet face. A ragged scarf that coils and clings And wraps the naked twigs about, Coaxing the willow-catkins out And hiding all green pushing things Within a warm embrace. The tidings of the glad release Scarred hill is signalling to hill; While over bare fields sound the shrill Strange cries of birds that never cease To run their windy race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD HOW TO FORETELL A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER by TED KOOSER LEAVING BUFFALO by CHARLES MARTIN WHEN THE WEATHER CHANGES TO WARM, THE BOYS DRIVE SHIRTLESS by MARY JO BANG THE LIFE OF TOWNS: ONE-MAN TOWN by ANNE CARSON POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN FOLLY'S HARVEST by BERNARD RAYMUND |
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