Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOT EVER, by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: So hot so early. Gold light thrown onto the water to feed Last Line: Those that can get to their feet. Subject(s): Autumn; Childlessness; Nature; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
So hot so early. Gold light thrown onto the water to feed little animals on their backs - a dream I wake from to a warm autumn day. Dandelion puffs and flies crowd the air. Horsehair and apple-smell. There's an ache in my back and neck and still three cords to stack. Rust-coppery leaves crack their spines. Stark blue days, reminiscent of Greek dawns: harbor light, the undivided waters - think of it! the variable waves. Fantasies lace low tide where pairs of lovers bury the past in blond sand. Because if the universe contracts, it hasn't enough mass to begin again. The million suns painting Spruce Mountain circle and hold at my window. They break the rules, they enter the room, gold-leafing my oak floor. The other day I decided not to have children. Not now.... To shut out the light or let it in as I please. But I miss their talk, a language I hear as a breeze to ruffle me. The sun easily hides behind a cloud. Little animals on their backs hate the coming of winter. They scamper suddenly, those that can get to their feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 5 by JANE MILLER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7 by JANE MILLER |
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