Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEPTEMBER, by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS First Line: Here is the iron weed Last Line: Only too soon. Subject(s): Seasons; September | ||||||||
Here is the iron weed, Slender and stately, Amethyst tinted, Beloved of the bee. Here, the wild aster, The blue ageratum, The jewel-weed trembling On meadow and lea. Mauve is the thistle bloom, Silver the thistle, Guarded by daggers They stand on the ridge. No bird flies above them, No call from the thicket, They hear but the droning Of gnat and of midge. The streams now in quiet pools Dream of their flooding, Two aspens, two willows Lean where there was one. The plow is not turning, The scythe is not mowing, The fields and the meadows Drowse in the sun. Here is a stillness Unbroken by laughter Of bird or of fountain. This hushed afternoon, Tread gently, speak softly, The summer is sleeping, The frost will awaken her Only too soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SEPTEMBER by THOMAS KINSELLA THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER WRITTEN ON A BRIDGE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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