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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
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.
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.
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
1 The golden-rod is yellow;
2 The corn is turning brown;
3 The trees in apple orchards
4 With fruit are bending down.
My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
WHAT need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
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
We both did quaver in our perchance encounter
When she slipped under my umbrella seeking shelter
From the splatter in the rainy month of September.
September fir se aa gayi hai!
kitna ajeeb sa lagata hai
k main jo shaadi-shuda nahin hoon
September Full CORN Moon,
PLease pay attention to the appearance of this moon
at the night sky
Beautiful Ocre Moon....
De volle maïsmaan….
De volgende volle maan zal plaatsvinden
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As we wave
As we wave
SEPTEMBER BOOK OF THE DEAD.
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Oh, this is death..
The high country dark and peaceful under the stars light
And the tiny breeding frogs are singing in Maldon tonight
September in early Spring their main breeding time of year
In ponds and in drains singing at night them one does hear
Late September holds onto the summer
like that promise you made
—you can never forget