Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WEATHER-SPIRIT, by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY Poet's Biography First Line: A voice in the roaring pine-wood Last Line: Is calling, calling, to me. Subject(s): Weather | ||||||||
A VOICE in the roaring pine-wood, A voice in the breaking sea, A voice in the storm-red morning, That will not let me be. It is calling me to the forest, It is calling me to the strand, The Weather-spirit is calling me To fare over sea and land. Till my cheek with the rain is stinging, And my hand is wet with the spray, There is that within my bosom Which will not let me stay. Might in the pine-wood tossing, Might on the racing sea, The Weather-spirit, my brother, Is calling, calling, to me. | 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 AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |
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