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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lyric night of the lingering indian summer Last Line: Lest they forget them. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. Subject(s): Indian Summer | |||
LYRIC 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. The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence, Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer. Let me remember you, voices of little insects, Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters, Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless. Over my soul murmur your mute benediction While I gaze, oh fields that rest after harvest, As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to, Lest they forget them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE INDIAN SUMMER by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD INDIAN SUMMER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN OCTOBER-NOVEMBER by HAROLD HART CRANE |
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