Top 100 Poems About: AUGUST

In this page, poems on / about “august” are listed.
  • 1.

    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
  • 2.
    An August Midnight


    A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
    And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 3.
    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
  • 4.
    August Moonrise

    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
  • 5.

    THERE WERE four apples on the bough,
    Half gold half red, that one might know
    The blood was ripe inside the core; read more »

    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  • 6.
    August 1914

    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
  • 7.

    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
  • 8.
    August Moon

    Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
    In the glowing August sky,
    Quenching all her neighbor stars,
    Save the steady flame of Mars. read more »

    Emma Lazarus
  • 9.
    Lines Written In August

    The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
    Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
    I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
    A room in an old mansion, long unseen. read more »

    Thomas Babbington Macaulay
  • 10.
    August 17th

    Surely I will be disquieted
    by the hospital, that body zone- read more »

    Anne Sexton
  • 11.
    In August

    When August days are hot an' dry,
    When burning copper is the sky,
    I 'd rather fish than feast or fly
    In airy realms serene and high. read more »

    Paul Laurence Dunbar
  • 12.
    August 8th

    Listen here. I've never played it safe
    in spite of what the critics say. read more »

    Anne Sexton
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