To My Daughter in a Red CoatBY ANNE STEVENSON ( Cambridge, U K ) Late October. It is afternoon.My daughter and I walk through the leaf-strewnCorridors of the parkIn the light and the darkOf the elms’ thin arches. Around us brown leaves fall and spread.Small winds stir the minor dead.Dust powders the air.Those shrivelled womenContinue reading “Anne Stevenson’s To My Daughter in a Red Coat : Anne Stevenson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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October : Robert Frost: : October Poems Months : : Poems : :
OctoberBY ROBERT FROST ( 1874 – 1963 ) : : : : O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest call;Tomorrow they may form and go.O hushed October morning mild,Begin the hours of this day slow.Make the day seem toContinue reading “October : Robert Frost: : October Poems Months : : Poems : :”
Poem in October :DYLAN THOMAS : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :
Poem in OctoberBY DYLAN THOMASIt was my thirtieth year to heavenWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckonWith water praying and call of seagull and rookAnd the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall Myself to set foot That secondInContinue reading “Poem in October :DYLAN THOMAS : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
A Calendar of Sonnets : October : Helen Hunt Jackson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :
A Calendar Of Sonnets : October : : : : By Helen Hunt Jackson ( 1830-85 ) : Amherst, Massachusetts : : : : The month of carnival of all the year,When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,And spend whole seasons on a single day.The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;October, lavish,Continue reading “A Calendar of Sonnets : October : Helen Hunt Jackson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : : sonnet by William Wordsworth ( 1770-1850 ) : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :: Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This CityContinue reading “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : 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 : :”
August Morning : Albert Garcia : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :
August MorningBY ALBERT GARCIAIt’s ripe, the melonby our sink. Yellow,bee-bitten, soft, it perfumesthe house too sweetly.At five I wake, the airmournful in its quiet.My wife’s eyes swim calmlyunder their lids, her mouth and jawrelaxed, different.What is happening in the silenceof this house? Curtainshang heavily from their rods.Ficus leaves trembleat my footsteps. Yetthe colors outside areContinue reading “August Morning : Albert Garcia : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Dark August : Derek Walkott : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :
Dark August : : by Derek Walcott : : : : So much rain, so much life like the swollen skyof this black August. My sister, the sun,broods in her yellow room and won’t come out. Everything goes to hell; the mountains fumelike a kettle, rivers overrun; still,she will not rise and turn off theContinue reading “Dark August : Derek Walkott : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”
MADHU MALTI 