August :By Dorothy Parker ( 1893 – 1937 ): : : : When my eyes are weeds,And my lips are petals, spinningDown the wind that has beginningWhere the crumpled beeches startIn a fringe of salty reeds;When my arms are elder-bushes,And the rangy lilac pushesUpward, upward through my heart; Summer, do your worst!Light your tinsel moon,Continue reading “August : Dorothy Parker : : August Poems: : Months Poems: :”
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August : Algernon Charles Swinburne : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :
AugustAlgernon Charles Swinburne – 1837-1909 There were four apples on the bough,Half gold half red, that one might knowThe blood was ripe inside the core;The colour of the leaves was moreLike stems of yellow corn that growThrough all the gold June meadow’s floor. The warm smell of the fruit was goodTo feed on, and theContinue reading “August : Algernon Charles Swinburne : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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