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Famous Short Summer Poems. Short Summer Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Summer Poems. Short Summer Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Summer short poems

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by Yosa Buson

Early summer rain

 Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
 two of them


by Kobayashi Issa

Summer night

 Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.


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 --


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 --


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 --


by Ogden Nash

Kiplings Vermont

 The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eyes
An alien suttee.


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.


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.


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.


by Mother Goose

An Icicle


    Lives in winter,
    Dies in summer,
And grows with its roots upward!


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


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!


by Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Jito Tenno

Spring, it seems, has passed,
And the summer come again;
For the silk-white robes,
So 'tis said, are spread to dry
On the "Mount of Heaven's Perfume."


by 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.


by 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 --


by 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.


by 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.


by 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 --


by 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.


by 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 --


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.


by 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.


by Emily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

 Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty -- as a Rose --
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.


by Emily Dickinson

Lain in Nature -- so suffice us

 Lain in Nature -- so suffice us
The enchantless Pod
When we advertise existence
For the missing Seed --

Maddest Heart that God created
Cannot move a sod
Pasted by the simple summer
On the Longed for Dead


by Emily Dickinson

So much Summer

 So much Summer
Me for showing
Illegitimate --
Would a Smile's minute bestowing
Too exorbitant

To the Lady
With the Guinea
Look -- if She should know
Crumb of Mine
A Robin's Larder
Would suffice to stow --


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