September : : By Ted Hughes : : : : We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:No clock counts this.When kisses are repeated and the arms holdThere is no telling where time is. It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:Behind the eye a star,Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tellTimeContinue reading “September : Ted Hughes : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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Another September : Thomas Kinsella : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
Another September : By Thomas Kinsella : ::: Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw 1With the touch of dawn, wrapped in a minor peace, 2Hears through an open window the garden draw 3Long pitch black breaths , lay bear its apple trees, 4Ripe pear trees, brambles,5 windfall-sweethened soil, Exhale rough sweetness against the starryContinue reading “Another September : Thomas Kinsella : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
To the Light of September : WS Merwin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
To the Light of SeptemberBY W. S. MERWINWhen you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or not and for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerW still the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mulleinContinue reading “To the Light of September : WS Merwin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Hydrangeas : Carl Sandburg : : September Poems Months Poems : :
Hydrangeas : By Carl Sandburg ( 1878 – 1967 )DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon. Already mid September a line of brown runs over them. One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals. Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go. — Carl Sandburg :Continue reading “Hydrangeas : Carl Sandburg : : September Poems Months Poems : :”
September 1961 : Denise Levertov : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September 1961 : : By Denise Levertov Ilford Essex : : : : : : : : : : : : : : This is the year the old ones,the old great onesleave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea.We have the words in our pockets,obscure directions. The old ones haveContinue reading “September 1961 : Denise Levertov : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September Song : Geoffrey Hill : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September SongBY GEOFFREY HILLborn 19.6.32—deported 24.9.42 Undesirable you may have been untouchable 1you were not. 2 Not forgottenor passed over at the proper time. 3 As estimated, you died. 4 Things marched,sufficient, to that end. 5 Just so much Zyklon and leather, 6 patentedterror, so many routine cries. 7 (I have made 8an elegy forContinue reading “September Song : Geoffrey Hill : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September 1, 1939 : W H Auden : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September 1, 1939W. H. Auden : ( 1907-1973 ) : : : : I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the brightAnd darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night. AccurateContinue reading “September 1, 1939 : W H Auden : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
On an Apple-Ripe September Morning : Patrick Kavanagh : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
On An Apple-Ripe September Morning : : By Patrick Kavanagh : County Monaghan : : : : : : On an apple-ripe September morningThrough the mist-chill fields I wentWith a pitch-fork on my shoulderLess for use than for devilment. The threshing mill was set-up, I knew,In Cassidy’s haggard last night,And we owed them a dayContinue reading “On an Apple-Ripe September Morning : Patrick Kavanagh : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALELyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent. 4 The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer. 8 LetContinue reading “September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September : Lucy Maud Montgomery : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September : : Lucy Maud Montgomery : : : : Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days 1Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, 2With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, 3Some crimson poppy of a late delight 4Atoning in its splendor for the flight 5Of summer blooms and joys 6This isContinue reading “September : Lucy Maud Montgomery : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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