Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EARLY SEPTEMBER, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The swallows have not left us yet, praise god Last Line: Grief in his eyes, some ache at his great heart. Subject(s): September | ||||||||
THE swallows have not left us yet, praise God! And bees still hum, and gardens hold the musk Of white rose and of red; firing the dusk By the old wall, the hollyhocks do nod, And pinks that send the sweet East down the wind. And yet, a yellowing leaf shows here and there Among the boughs, and through the smoky air -- That hints the frost at dawn -- the wood looks thinned. The little half-grown sumachs, all as green As June last week, now in the crackling sedge, Colored like wine, burn to the water's edge. We feel, at times, as we had come unseen Upon the aging Year, sitting apart, Grief in his eyes, some ache at his great heart. | 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 SEPTEMBER by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |
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