Top 100 Poems About: SEPTEMBER


In this page, poems on / about “september” are listed.
  • 1.
    Elegy In April And September

    Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
    I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
    And a low whistle by the water's brim. read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 2.
    Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

    Earth has not anything to show more fair:
    Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
    A sight so touching in its majesty:
    This City now doth, like a garment, wear read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 3.
    On An Apple-Ripe September Morning

    On an apple-ripe September morning
    Through the mist-chill fields I went
    With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
    Less for use than for devilment. read more »

    Patrick Kavanagh
  • 4.
    September On Jessore Road

    Millions of babies watching the skies
    Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
    On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
    Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts read more »

    Allen Ginsberg
  • 5.
    September

    1 The golden-rod is yellow;
    2 The corn is turning brown;
    3 The trees in apple orchards
    4 With fruit are bending down. read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 6.
    September, The First Day Of School

    I

    My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
    And when I leave him at the first-grade door read more »

    Howard Nemerov
  • 7.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: September

    O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
    The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
    On wands; the chestnut's yellow pennons tongue
    To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 8.
    The Eighth Of September

    This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
    This day, Today, was an immense wave.
    This day was all the Earth. read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 9.
    September Song

    born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

    Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
    you were not. Not forgotten read more »

    Geoffrey Hill
  • 10.
    Late September

    The mail truck goes down the coast
    Carrying a single letter.
    At the end of a long pier
    The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then read more »

    Charles Simic
  • 11.
    September

    WHAT need you, being come to sense,
    But fumble in a greasy till
    And add the halfpence to the pence read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 12.
    [month Of] September

    I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
    Looked eastward out to the September night;
    The men that in the hopeless battle died
    Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight; read more »

    Hilaire Belloc
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