Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUGUST, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Far off among the fields and meadow rills Last Line: In the hot sunshine snaps his castanets. Subject(s): Nature; Summer | ||||||||
FAR Off among the fields and meadow rills The August noon bends o'er a world of green. In the blue sky the white clouds pause, and lean To paint broad shadows on the wooded hills And upland farms. A brooding silence fills The languid hours. No living forms are seen Save birds and insects. Here and there, between The broad boughs and the grass, the locust trills Unseen his long-drawn, slumberous monotone. The sparrow and the lonely phœbe-bird, Now near, now far, across the fields are heard; And close beside me here that Spanish drone, The dancing grasshopper, whom no trouble frets, In the hot sunshine snaps his castanets. | 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 CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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