SEPTEMBERBy dawn the little owlsthat chattered in the red moonhave turned into magpies in the ash treesresting between journeysdew stays in the grass until noonevery day the mist wanders higherto look over the old hilland never come backmonth of eyes your paths see for themselvesyou have put your handin my handthe green in the leavesContinue reading “September: W S Merwin : : 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 : :”
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 : :”
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 : :”
September : Helen Hunt Jackson : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
SEPTEMBER by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885) HE golden-rod is yellow;The corn is turning brown;The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down. 4 The gentian’s bluest fringesAre curling in the sun;In dusty pods the milkweedIts hidden silk has spun. 8 The sedges flaunt their harvest,In every meadow nook;And asters by the brook-sideMake asters in theContinue reading “September : Helen Hunt Jackson : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September, 1819 : William Wordsworth : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September, 1819BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHDeparting summer hath assumed 1An aspect tenderly illumed,The gentlest look of spring;That calls from yonder leafy shadeUnfaded, yet prepared to fade,A timely carolling. 6 No faint and hesitating trill, 7Such tribute as to winter chillThe lonely redbreast pays!Clear, loud, and lively is the din,From social warblers gathering inTheir harvest of sweet lays.Continue reading “September, 1819 : William Wordsworth : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
August Poems : Various Poets : : Months Poems : :
* AugustLizette Woodworth Reese No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.On either side, smitten as with a spellOf silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fellHandfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush.But ’long the orchard fence and at the gate,Thrusting their saffron torches through theContinue reading “August Poems : Various Poets : : Months Poems : :”
The Scholar-Gipsy : Matthew Arnold : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :
The Scholar-GipsyBY MATTHEW ARNOLDGo, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes!No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,Nor the cropp’d herbage shoot another head.But when the fields are still,And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,And only the white sheepContinue reading “The Scholar-Gipsy : Matthew Arnold : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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