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Yosa Buson
Early summer rain
Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
two of them
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by
Kobayashi Issa
Summer night
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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by
Emily Dickinson
To see the Summer Sky
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --
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by
Emily Dickinson
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh --
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by
Emily Dickinson
Did We abolish Frost
Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --
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by
Ogden Nash
Kipling's Vermont
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eyes
An alien suttee.
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by
Emily Dickinson
There comes a warning like a spy
There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away --
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by
William Morris
Spring
Spring am I, too soft of heart
Much to speak ere I depart:
Ask the Summer-tide to prove
The abundance of my love.
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by
William Morris
Summer
Summer looked for long am I:
Much shall change or e'er I die.
Prithee take it not amiss
Though I weary thee with bliss.
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by
Emily Dickinson
Those final Creatures, -- who they are --
Those final Creatures, -- who they are --
That, faithful to the close,
Administer her ecstasy,
But just the Summer knows.
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by
Emily Dickinson
My Garden -- like the Beach
My Garden -- like the Beach --
Denotes there be -- a Sea --
That's Summer --
Such as These -- the Pearls
She fetches -- such as Me
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by
Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
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by
Howard Nemerov
Threshold
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
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Nizar Qabbani
In The Summer
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
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Emily Dickinson
Except the smaller size
Except the smaller size
No lives are round --
These -- hurry to a sphere
And show and end --
The larger -- slower grow
And later hang --
The Summers of Hesperides
Are long.
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Li Po
Summer in the Mountains
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
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Emily Dickinson
The long sigh of the Frog
The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Revery --
But his receding Swell
Substantiates a Peace
That makes the Ear inordinate
For corporal release --
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Emily Dickinson
Some one prepared this mighty show
Some one prepared this mighty show
To which without a Ticket go
The nations and the Days --
Displayed before the simplest Door
That all may witness it and more,
The pomp of summer Days.
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Carl Sandburg
June
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,
And fluff of white from a cottonwood.
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Emily Dickinson
Without a smile -- Without a Throe
Without a smile -- Without a Throe
A Summer's soft Assemblies go
To their entrancing end
Unknown -- for all the times we met --
Estranged, however intimate --
What a dissembling Friend --
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William Allingham
An Evening
A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a summer day;
Sweet Love dead.
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Emily Dickinson
Nature can do no more
Nature can do no more
She has fulfilled her Dyes
Whatever Flower fail to come
Of other Summer days
Her crescent reimburse
If other Summers be
Nature's imposing negative
Nulls opportunity --
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by
Emily Dickinson
'Twas here my summer paused
'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
To winter to remove
With winter to abide
Go manacle your icicle
Against your Tropic Bride.
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Carl Sandburg
Village in Late Summer
LIPS half-willing in a doorway.
Lips half-singing at a window.
Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.
Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Even the clocks half-yawn the hours
And the farmers make half-answers.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins
Strike, Churl
Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.
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