Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : London as viewed from the West Minster Bridge at the time of Sunrise in the 🌅🌄 Morning Of September 3, 1802. : : : : Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who couldContinue reading “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Morning Poems : :”
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September, 12 Poems : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
* SeptemberBY JOANNE KYGER The grasses are light brown and the ocean comes in long shimmering lines under the fleet from last night which dozes now in the early morning Here and there horses graze on somebody’s acreage Strangely, it was not my desire that bade me speak in church to be released but memoryContinue reading “September, 12 Poems : September 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 : :”
September: W S Merwin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
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 : :”
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 : :”
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 : :”
September 1961 : Denise Levertov : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September 1961 : : By Denise Levertov Ilford Essex : : : : : : : : : : : : : : This is the year the old ones,the old great onesleave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea.We have the words in our pockets,obscure directions. The old ones haveContinue reading “September 1961 : Denise Levertov : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
September Song : Geoffrey Hill : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September SongBY GEOFFREY HILLborn 19.6.32—deported 24.9.42 Undesirable you may have been untouchable 1you were not. 2 Not forgottenor passed over at the proper time. 3 As estimated, you died. 4 Things marched,sufficient, to that end. 5 Just so much Zyklon and leather, 6 patentedterror, so many routine cries. 7 (I have made 8an elegy forContinue reading “September Song : Geoffrey Hill : : 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 : :”
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