急求有关天气的英语诗歌!!!
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by Theodore Roethke
1
Against the stone breakwater,
Only an ominous lapping,
While the wind whines overhead,
Coming down from the mountain,
Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces;
A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves,
And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against
the lamp pole.
Where have the people gone?
There is one light on the mountain.2
Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell,
The waves not yet high, but even,
Coming closer and closer upon each other;
A fine fume of rain driving in from the sea,
Riddling the sand, like a wide spray of buckshot,
The wind from the sea and the wind from the mountain contending,
Flicking the foam from the whitecaps straight upward into the darkness.
A time to go home!--
And a child's dirty shift billows upward out of an alley,
A cat runs from the wind as we do,
Between the whitening trees, up Santa Lucia,
Where the heavy door unlocks,
And our breath comes more easy,--
Then a crack of thunder, and the black rain runs over us, over
The flat-roofed houses, coming down in gusts, beating
The walls, the slatted windows, driving
The last watcher indoors, moving the cardplayers closer
To their cards, their anisette.3
We creep to our bed, and its straw mattress.
We wait; we listen.
The storm lulls off, then redoubles,
Bending the trees half-way down to the ground,
Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard,
Flattening the limber carnations.
A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb,
Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead.
The bulb goes on and off, weakly.
Water roars into the cistern.
We lie closer on the gritty pillow,
Breathing heavily, hoping--
For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater,
The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell,
The sudden shudder as the jutting sea-cliff collapses,
And the hurricane drives the dead straw into the living pine-tree.
The Snow Storm
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
A Storm in the Night
© Jenifer R. Stanley
Lighting comes as a flash of light.
Thunder comes in a boom of might.
The wind howl's like a wolf in the night.
The rain comes down as a roar of fright.
These are the sacred sounds of a stormy night.
They mix together like a Werewolves bite.
They would make a superstitious person die of fright.
These are the sacred sounds of a storm in the night.
Weather Poems - A Storm in the Night - Nature Poems
Water
Water, water everywhere, water all around,
Water in the ocean, water in the ground.
Water in a river, water in a creek,
Water in a faucet with a drip-drip leak!
Water in a fountain, water in a lake,
Water on a flower, as day begins to break.
Water from a waterfall, rushing down from high,
Water from a dark cloud, raining from the sky.
Water boiling hot, water frozen ice,
Water in a blue lagoon, clean and clear and nice.
Water at a fire, gushing through a hose,
Water in a garden, so every flower grows.
Water for the animals swimming in the sea,
Water, water everywhere for you and for me!
by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books
Rain
(sung to "It Ain't Gonna' Rain No More, No More")
It is gonna' rain some more, some more,
It is gonna' rain some more!
When drops of water start to pour,
It is gonna' rain some more, some more!
Why do drops of water pour?
Drops of water pour?
The clouds can't hold them anymore,
That's why drops of water pour!
It is gonna' rain some more, some more,
It is gonna' rain some more!
When drops of water start to pour,
It is gonna' rain some more, some more!
by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books
Rainbow
(sung to "There's a Hole in the Bucket")
There's an arc in a rainbow,
So pretty, so pretty,
There's an arc in a rainbow,
With colors you see.
The sun after rain
Makes the colors, the colors.
The sun after rain
Makes the colors you see.
There's red and there's orange
And there's yellow so pretty.
There's red and there's orange
And there's yellow you see.
There's green and there's blue
And there's violet so pretty.
There's green and there's blue
And there's violet you see.
There's an arc in a rainbow,
So pretty, so pretty.
There's an arc in a rainbow,
With colors you see!
by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books
White Snow
The snow is white and clean.
It makes a lovely scene.
It covers cars, and trees, and streets,
and makes the world go "hush."
It looks so very pretty—
until it turns to slush!
by Helen H. Moore
Storm
Outside, thunder crashes!
Outside, lightening flashes!
Outside, wild rain lashes!
Inside, we are safe.
Inside, we are warm.
Inside, there is comfort.
Outside, there is STORM!
by Helen H. Moore
Rainbow Paintbox
I can see a rainbow,
see it in the sky, see it when the rain has gone away.
All the colors of the rainbow
in the sky so high,
I can name them all for you today:
Red there is, a rosy red, a red so bright and bonny,
and orange as a tiger lily leaf, so bold and tawny,
yellow as the blazing sun, that gives us all our light,
and green as grass beneath our feet,
blue as the sky so bright.
There's indigo, as dark as night,
and violet like flowers.
These are the colors nature paints
the sky with
after showers.
by Helen H. Moore
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
by Carl Sandburg
Misty-moisty
Misty-moisty was the morn,
And cloudy was the weather.
There I met an old man,
Dressed all in leather.
Dressed all in leather,
Against the wind and rain.
With a how do you do?
And a how do you do?
And a how do you do, again.
from Bibbilibonty Rigby Literacy 2000 ( has tape & 6 book copies)
Weather
Weather is hot,
Weather is cold,
Weather is changing
As the weeks unfold.
Skies are cloudy,
Skies are fair,
Skies are changing
In the air.
It is raining,
It is snowing,
It is windy
With breezes blowing.
Days are foggy,
Days are clear,
Weather is changing
Throughout the year!
by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books
Cloud
What is fluffy?
What is white?
What can you see
When skies are bright?
What can float?
What brings rain?
What may be higher
Than a bird or plane?
Say it out loud:
Cloud!
by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books
Thunder
Do you know
What thunder is?
Beyond those clouds
So gray,
A giant's children
Slammed a door,
And skipped around
The sky to play
In quite a
Helter-skelter way.
So when you hear
The thunder, there
Are giant's children in the air.
The Fog Horn
Foggy, foggy, over the water,
foggy, foggy, over the bay,
Foggy, so foggy the boats are like shadows
and how can they find their way?
Far away and over the water
Hear the voice of the f
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og horn say
"Whoo-oo-oo, I'm guiding you,
Boats that are out on the bay."
Foggy, foggy, over the water,
Foggy, foggy, over the bay,
And through the fog the boats go slowly
While the fog horn tells them the way.
Edith H. Newlin
from Splishes and Sploshes, Poems to Share, Rigby Literacy 2000 ( has tape and 6 student books)
Weather
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot
Spotting the windowpane.
Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleck
Freckling the windowpane.
A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatter
A splatter a rumble outside.
Umbrella umbrella umbrella umbrella
Bumbershoot barrel of rain.
Slosh a galosh slosh a galosh
Slither and slather and glide
A puddle a jump a puddle a jump
A puddle a jump puddle splosh
A juddle a pump a luddle a mp a
Puddmuddle jump in and slide!
Eve Merriam
Horrible Weather
Staying in bed weather
Cuddling up close weather
Ignoring the world weather
Warm Weather
Go for swim weather
Take a walk weather
Picnic weather
Alison Smith
Sweater Weather
by Lisa Shields
I was chilly with the November breeze,
and it was a courtly thing you did
draping the sweater over my shoulders,
taking care to smooth the wool
with a touch that whispered
that later you would claim the garment,
and the shiver taking it would bring
was something you coveted
with breathless avarice.
“Sweater weather,” you said.
And I am swept like a crisp oak leaf
into a vet and down dream,
where the pillows do not speak
of the warm, the moments large and small
when I nestle near you,
demanding that arms dress me
to close kept comfort.
Arms around my waist,
legs entwined to akimbo,
and my last thought before sweet drowse
is that fall will never come
without you to chase the cold
in the season of sweater weather.
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时间：2023-10-13 13:34
告诉你自己吧
当天气转冷，灰暗从天而降
你将继续
前行，听着
同样的曲子，不必理会
在哪里找到你自己——
黑暗的穹隆里，
或是雪谷中，月亮凝望的
咯兹作响的白色下。
今夜，当天气转冷
告诉你自己吧
你所知的全属虚无
只是当你继续赶路时
骨骼奏响的曲子。有朝一日
你终会躺下，在冬日之星
小小的火焰下。
如若那样——你不能
前进或是回头，在即临的终点
你找到你自己，
告诉你自己吧
在穿过你四肢的最后的寒流中，
你爱你所是的一切。
LINES FOR WINTER
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon´s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
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