Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by LILLAH A. ASHLEY First Line: Ah, heart, this is our summer passing - this Last Line: "make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." Subject(s): Summer | ||||||||
Ah, heart, this is our summer passing -- this Deceitful flame maple and birch are wearing, These wings that simulate last April's bliss Under a stern compulsion -- with new daring Weaving their soaring patterns on the dusk Which comes too early now. Oh, heart take warning -- The shrivelled kernel soon in its dry husk And not a wing to brush the gold of morning. The heat blurred hills know how the bright rays falter -- Heart, is it well to seek validities? Here are swift changes, fervors made to alter Between blue dusk and moonrise. Hark, to these -- The cricket fiddling and the parched weeds drumming -- "Make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY |
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