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
Surely I will be disquieted
by the hospital, that body zone- read more »Anne Sexton
Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say. read more »Anne Sexton
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
5.An August Midnight
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: read more »Thomas Hardy
6.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
7.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
8.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
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
10.[month Of] August
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,
That never more shall hear such victories told;
He stands apparent with his heaven-high spear, read more »Hilaire Belloc
'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