Top 100 Poems About: AUGUST
Top 100 Poems on / about
- carpe diem
When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start read more »Dorothy Parker
Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say. read more »Anne Sexton
Surely I will be disquieted
by the hospital, that body zone- read more »Anne Sexton
4.An August Midnight
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: read more »Thomas Hardy
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out. read more »Derek Walcott
6.California Hills In August
I can imagine someone who found
these fields unbearable, who climbed
the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust,
cracking the brittle weeds underfoot, read more »Dana Gioia
7.A Call For August
There is a blue fragrance, essence of dusk.
The smoke of last things lingers on old clothes.
Sun has become as rare as goldenrod.
I call for August, but no answer comes. read more »Sandra Fowler
8.A Calendar Of Sonnets: August
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry. read more »Helen Hunt Jackson
This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam read more »Boris Pasternak
What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss? read more »Isaac Rosenberg
'Blomsten dufter, for at brydes!
Frugten modnes, for at nydes!
- Lev og nyd! trara! trara!'
Ja, Øieblikket ene er det just, read more »Hans Christian Andersen
THE sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed, read more »Sara Teasdale