how your hands clear easily the wreckage; how you stand—like a building for a time condemned, then deemed historic. Yes. You will be saved.
More poems about Weather:
Sleet by Alan Shapiro What was it like before the doctor got there?...
From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154 by John Greenleaf Whittier The sun that brief December day...
In April by James Hearst This I saw on an April day...
Now Winter Nights Enlarge by Thomas Campion Now winter nights enlarge...
The Storm by Theodore Roethke Against the stone breakwater...
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being...
The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson Announced by all the trumpets of the sky...
A Winter Without Snow by J. D. McClatchy Even the sky here in Connecticut has it...
An Octave Above Thunder by Carol Muske-Dukes She began as we huddled, six of us...
Rain by Claribel Alegría As the falling rain / trickles among the stones...
Even the Rain by Agha Shahid Ali What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?...
Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips So that each / is its own, now--each has fallen, blond stillness....
It Was Raining In Delft by Peter Gizzi A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick...
Sitting Outside by W. D. Snodgrass These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge...
A Crosstown Breeze by Henry Taylor A drift of wind...
A Line-storm Song by Robert Frost The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift...
Flood by Eliza Griswold I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps...
Flood by Miyazawa Kenji Under the malicious glints of the clouds...
Great Sleeps I Have Known by Robin Becker Once in a cradle in Norway folded...
Problems with Hurricanes by Victor Hernández Cruz A campesino looked at the air...
Snow by Naomi Shihab Nye Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth...
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind?...