Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEPTEMBER, by EDWARD BLISS REED First Line: Crickets are making / the merriest din Last Line: September is here. Subject(s): Fields; Harvest; Nature; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
Crickets are making The merriest din, All the fields waking With shrill violin. Now all the swallows Debate when to go; In valleys and hollows The mists are like snow. Dahlias are glowing In purple and red Where once were growing Pale roses instead. Piled up leaves smoulder, All hazy the noon, Nights have grown colder, The frost will come soon. Early lamps burning, So soon the night falls, Leaves, crimson turning, Make bright the stone walls. Summer recalling At turn of the year, Fruit will be falling, September is here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL |
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