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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September : Colm Toibin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
SeptemberColm Tóibín – 1955- The first September of the pandemic,The sky’s a watercolour, white and grey,And Pembroke Street is empty, and so isLeeson Street. This is the time after time,What the world will look like when the worldIs over, when people have been ushered intoSeats reserved for them in the luminousHeavens. Moving towards the cornerContinue reading “September : Colm Toibin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September : Ted Hughes : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
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 : :”
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 1913 : W B Yeats : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September 1913BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,It’s with O’Leary in the grave. Yet they were of aContinue reading “September 1913 : W B Yeats : : 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 : :”
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