July Poems – MADHU MALTI

A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky : Lewis Carroll : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

A Boat Beneath a Sunny SkyBY LEWIS CARROLLA boat beneath a sunny sky, 1Lingering onward dreamily 2In an evening of July — 3 Children three that nestle near, 4Eager eye and willing ear, 5Pleased a simple tale to hear — 6 Long has paled that sunny sky: 7Echoes fade and memories die: 8Autumn frosts haveContinue reading “A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky : Lewis Carroll : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

July in Washington : Robert Lowell : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

July in WashingtonBY ROBERT LOWELLThe stiff spokes of this wheel touch the sore spots of the earth. On the Potomac, swan-white power launches keep breasting the sulphurous wave. Otters slide and dive and slick back their hair,raccoons clean their meat in the creek. On the circles, green statues ride like South Americanliberators above the breedingContinue reading “July in Washington : Robert Lowell : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Fourth of July at Santa Ynez : John Haine : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

Fourth of July at Santa YnezBY JOHN HAINES IUnder the makeshift arbor of leavesa hot wind blowing smoke and laughter.Music out of the renegade west,too harsh and loud, many dark facesmoved among the sweating whites. IIWandering apart from the others,I found an old Indian seated aloneon a bench in the flickering shade. He was holdingContinue reading “Fourth of July at Santa Ynez : John Haine : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

simply, In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 : Anna Akhmatva : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

In Memoriam, July 19, 1914BY ANNA AKHMATOVATRANSLATED BY STEPHEN EDGARWe aged a hundred years and this descendedIn just one hour, as at a stroke.The summer had been brief and now was ended;The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke. The hushed road burst in colors then, a soaringLament rose, ringing silver like a bell.AndContinue reading “simply, In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 : Anna Akhmatva : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

To Mrs. Will H Low : Robert Louis Stevenson : : July Poems: : Months Poems : :

Robert Louis Stevenson To Mrs. Will. H. Low.From UnderwoodsEven in the bluest noonday of July,There could not run the smallest breath of windBut all the quarter sounded like a wood;And in the chequered silence and aboveThe hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,Suburban ashes shivered into song.A patter and a chatter and a chirpAndContinue reading “To Mrs. Will H Low : Robert Louis Stevenson : : July Poems: : Months Poems : :”

Poppies in July : Sylvia Plath : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

Poppies In JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth. A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts! There are fumes I cannotContinue reading “Poppies in July : Sylvia Plath : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Inniskeen Road: July Evening : : Patrick Kavanagh : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

Inniskeen Road: July EveningThe bicycles go by in twos and threes –There’s a dance in Billy Brennan’s barn to-night,And there’s the half-talk code of mysteriesAnd the wink-and-elbow language of delight.Half-past eight and there is not a spotUpon a mile of road, no shadow thrownThat might turn out a man or woman, notA footfall tapping secreciesContinue reading “Inniskeen Road: July Evening : : Patrick Kavanagh : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

London in July : Amy Levy : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

London In July : : by Amy Levy ( 1861 – 1889 ): What ails my senses thus to cheat?What is it ails the place,That all the people in the streetShould wear one woman’s face? The London trees are dusty-brownBeneath the summer sky;My love, she dwells in London town,Nor leaves it in July. O variousContinue reading “London in July : Amy Levy : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

A Calendar of Sonnets : July : Helen Hunt Jackson : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

A Calendar of Sonnets : July : : By Helen Hunt Jackson ( 1830 – 1885 ) : : : : Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;The garden reeks with an East Indian scentFrom beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;The white heat pales the skies from side to side;But in stillContinue reading “A Calendar of Sonnets : July : Helen Hunt Jackson : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Emily Dickinson, ‘Answer July : Emily Dickinson : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

Answer July : : : : by Emily Dickinson : : : : : : : : 386 Answer July—Where is the Bee—Where is the Blush—Where is the Hay? Ah, said July—Where is the Seed—Where is the Bud—Where is the May—Answer Thee—Me— Nay—said the May—Show me the Snow—Show me the Bells—Show me the Jay! QuibbledContinue reading “Emily Dickinson, ‘Answer July : Emily Dickinson : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”