Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEEP SUMMER, by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL First Line: The sun flings golden coins of heat Last Line: There is no hint of snow beyond. Subject(s): Summer | ||||||||
The sun flings golden coins of heat Through blooming myrtle trees to make Mosaics on the grass. The late Pears hang like moons above the creek. Old vines hold clustered scuppernongs Spilling fragrance on breath-like wind, White butterflies are clouds with wings, There is no hint of snow beyond. | 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 ANODYNE by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL |
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