August :By Dorothy Parker ( 1893 – 1937 ): : : : When my eyes are weeds,And my lips are petals, spinningDown the wind that has beginningWhere the crumpled beeches startIn a fringe of salty reeds;When my arms are elder-bushes,And the rangy lilac pushesUpward, upward through my heart; Summer, do your worst!Light your tinsel moon,Continue reading “August : Dorothy Parker : : August Poems: : Months Poems: :”
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