On The Roof Poems

Of the rain upon the roof.

On the roof poems.

From the title of the poem rain on the roof we can make out that the poem is about the rain. This wild night gathering the washing as if it were flowers n bsp. A quiet giant leaving only footprints on the roof. The poet is telling us about the memories he has of the rain.

This provocative collection of poems ranges from such lofty subjects as an astronauts view of earth to the burrows of worms and little creatures within the earth where i try to tread softly. Up on the roof of a church. Rain on the roof extra questions and answers long answer type. Animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my face lightly soundless merriment in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves i recall out of my joy a night of misery.

When the rain is on the roof poem by sydney thompson dobell. Out in the country i walk across towns i ll never see. The memories are both sweet and sad. They ease him as well as make him sad.

I see her bending o er me as i list to this refrain which is played upon the shingles by the patter of the rain. Footprints on the roof. By coates kinney. Poems about the earth excerpt burrows.

Introduction to the poem. Rain on the roof. This pitter patter sound of the raindrops brings back lost memories of the poet about his mother and her affection towards him. And a black and white kitten.

From the roof poem by denise levertov. The central idea of the poem rain on the roof is that nature brings solace to the mind. He is lost in dreams as many fancies and memories crowd his mind. Lord i am poor and know not how to speakbut since thou art so greatthou needest not that i should speak to thee well.

Rain on the roof written by coates kinney is a thoughtful poem in which the poet expresses his thoughts and past memories when the rain pours over his house. Footprints on the roof. The sound of rain appears to create bliss to the poet. Here on a rainy day the poet is listening to the sound made on the roof by the falling raindrops.

Down below the priest. This small boy from falling down from his church. Mazy metropolises under the earth where rabbits hide from foxes foxes hide from dogs full bellied snakes sleep snugly worms work uncomplaining. Was a small blond boy.

The poem has been divided into three stanzas having eight lines each. Then my little seraph sister with her wings and waving hair. The sound of the raindrops falling on the roof of his house brings back sweet memories of the past. The poet derives immense happiness from lying in bed listening to the sound of rain falling on the roof of his cottage.