Top 100 Poems About: JUNE

In this page, poems on / about “june” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Memory Of June

    When June comes dancing o'er the death of May,
    With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
    And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
    And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, read more »

    Claude McKay
  • 2.
    Knee-Deep In June

    Tell you what I like the best --
    'Long about knee-deep in June,
    'Bout the time strawberries melts
    On the vine, -- some afternoon read more »

    James Whitcomb Riley
  • 3.
    June Thunder

    The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
    Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
    Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled
    Mays and chestnuts read more »

    Louis Macneice
  • 4.
    June Light

    Your voice, with clear location of June days,
    Called me outside the window.You were there,
    Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
    Of uncontested summer all things raise read more »

    Richard Wilbur
  • 5.
    All In June

    A week ago I had a fire
    To warm my feet, my hands and face;
    Cold winds, that never make a friend,
    Crept in and out of every place. read more »

    William Henry Davies
  • 6.

    Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
    Scarlet Chinese talker of summer.
    Two petals of crabapple blossom blow fallen in Paula's
    hair, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 7.
    Dusk In June

    Evening, and all the birds
    In a chorus of shimmering sound
    Are easing their hearts of joy
    For miles around. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 8.
    A June-Tide Echo

    After a Richter Concert.

    In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, read more »

    Amy Levy
  • 9.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: June

    O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
    And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
    In all her roomy house no treasure more;
    Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 10.

    I gazed upon the glorious sky
    And the green mountains round,
    And thought that when I came to lie
    At rest within the ground, read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 11.
    [month Of] June

    Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
    The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.
    The last of sunset fades into the morning, read more »

    Hilaire Belloc
  • 12.

    The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead
    if the lips were gone. The year has been cut in half
    with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square
    on the calendar. Perhaps the scissors were really read more »

    Denise Duhamel
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