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Famous Months Poems by Famous Poets

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...; 
And this time it was only for the season 
Between the swift midwinter holidays 
And the long progress into weeks and months
Of all the days that followed—with him there 
To make them longer. I would have given an eye, 
Before the summer came, to know for certain 
That I should never be condemned again 
To see him with the other; and all the while
There was a battle going on within me 
Of hate that fought remorse—if you must have it— 
Never to win,… never to win but once, 
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by Robinson, Edwin Arlington



....
We, that are of purer fire,
Imitate the starry quire,
Who, in their nightly watchful spheres,
Lead in swift round the months and years.
The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove,
Now to the moon in wavering morrice move;
And on the tawny sands and shelves
Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
By dimpled brook and fountain-brim,
The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim,
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:
What hath night to do with sleep?
Night hath better swee...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...e bedroom and the pills.
What is he in his efforts but a courtier?

Impossible to tell his whole delusion.
In the first months when I had moved back East
From California and had to leave a message

On Bob's machine, I used to make a habit
Of telling the tape a joke; and part-way through,
I would pretend that I forgot the punchline,

Or make believe that I was interrupted--
As though he'd be so eager to hear the end
He'd have to call me back. The joke was Elliot's,

More often...Read more of this...
by Pinsky, Robert
...that engine, oft assayed, 
How after childbirth to renew a maid, 
And found how royal heirs might be matured 
In fewer months than mothers once endured. 
Hence Crowther made the rare inventress free 
Of's Higness's Royal Society-- 
Happiest of women, if she were but able 
To make her glassen Dukes once malle?ble! 
Paint her with oyster lip and breath of fame, 
Wide mouth that 'sparagus may well proclaim; 
With Chancellor's belly and so large a rump, 
There--not behind the co...Read more of this...
by Marvell, Andrew
...

"Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers. 

"My heart refuses to deny you its secret. Twelve months of comfort and travel await us; for a year we will spend my father's gold at the blue lakes of Switzerland, and viewing the edifices of Italy and Egypt, and resting under the Holy Cedars of Lebanon; you will meet the princesses who will envy you for your jewels and clothes. 

"All these things I will do for you; will you be satisfied?" 

In a little w...Read more of this...
by Gibran, Kahlil



...d Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American history, may be supposed to have occurred a few months previous to Hamilton’s retirement from Washington’s Cabinet in 1795 and a few years before the political ingenuities of Burr—who has been characterized, without much exaggeration, as the inventor of American politics—began to be conspicuously formidable to the Federalists. These activities on the part of Burr resulted, as the reader will remember, in ...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...es north of Rocky Flats Nuclear Facility in 
 United States of North America, Western Hemi-
 sphere
of planet Earth six months and fourteen days around
 our Solar System in a Spiral Galaxy
the local year after Dominion of the last God nineteen 
 hundred seventy eight
Completed as yellow hazed dawn clouds brighten East,
 Denver city white below
Blue sky transparent rising empty deep & spacious to a 
 morning star high over the balcony 
above some autos sat with wheels to curb ...Read more of this...
by Ginsberg, Allen
...e had abandoned us.
 [1961]

INSTEAD OF A PREFACE

During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I
spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in
Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone 'picked me out'.
On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me,
her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never in
her life heard my name. Jolted out of the torpor
characteristic of all of us, she said into my ear
(everyone whispered there) - 'Could one ever describe
this?' An...Read more of this...
by Akhmatova, Anna
...north and south turn the axis-ends; 
Within me is the longest day—the sun wheels in slanting rings—it does not set for months;

Stretch’d in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above the horizon, and sinks
 again;

Within me zones, seas, cataracts, plants, volcanoes, groups,
Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands. 

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What do you hear, Walt Whitman? 

I hear the workman singing, and the farmer’s wife singing; 
I hear in the distance the sounds of c...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...calms, 
Do those large eyes behold me still? 
With me one little year ago: -- 
The chill weight of the winter snow 
For months upon her grave has lain; 
And now, when summer south-winds blow 
And brier and harebell bloom again, 
I tread the pleasant paths we trod, 
I see the violet-sprinkled sod 
Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak 
The hillside flowers she loved to seek, 
Yet following me where'er I went 
With dark eyes full of love's content. 
The birds are glad; the bri...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...her first
 child;
The clean-hair’d Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine, or in the
 factory or mill; 
The nine months’ gone is in the parturition chamber, her faintness and
 pains are advancing; 
The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer—the reporter’s lead
 flies swiftly over the note-book—the sign-painter is lettering with red and
 gold; 
The canal boy trots on the tow-path—the book-keeper counts at his
 desk—the shoemaker waxes his thread; 
The conducto...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...stronger;  But what avails the land to them,  Which they can till no longer?   Few months of life has he in store,  As he to you will-tell,  For still, the more he works, the more  His poor old ancles swell.  My gentle reader, I perceive  How patiently you've waited,  And I'm afraid that you expect  Some tale will be related.   O reader! had you in your ...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...men he flew;  And now to the sea-coast, with numbers more, we drew.   There foul neglect for months and months we bore,  Nor yet the crowded fleet its anchor stirred.  Green fields before us and our native shore,  By fever, from polluted air incurred,  Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard.  Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew,  'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes defer...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...veal,
2.4 But night and darkness must with shame conceal.
2.5 My mother's breeding sickness, I will spare,
2.6 Her nine months' weary burden not declare.
2.7 To shew her bearing pangs, I should do wrong,
2.8 To tell that pain, which can't be told by tongue.
2.9 With tears into this world I did arrive;
2.10 My mother still did waste, as I did thrive,
2.11 Who yet with love and all alacity,
2.12 Spending was willing to be spent for me.
2.13 With wayward cries, I did disturb her...Read more of this...
by Bradstreet, Anne
...ey drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,
 While he served out additional rations).

"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,
 (Four weeks to the month you may mark),
But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)
 Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark!

"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
 (Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
 We have never beheld till now!

"Come, listen, my...Read more of this...
by Carroll, Lewis
...sheep,  A fierce and dreadful hunter he!  Yon valley, that's so trim and green,  In five months' time, should he be seen,  A desart wilderness will be.   Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,  And like the very soul of evil,  He's galloping away, away,  And so he'll gallop on for aye,  The bane of all that dread the devil.   I to the muses have been bound &n...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...dy."
"I'm interested in you and your body. I doubt, though, that most men can see
beyond your body." 
I left town for 6 months, bummed around, came back. I had never forgotten Cass, but
we'd had some type of argument and I felt like moving anyhow, and when I got back i
figured she'd be gone, but I had been sitting in the West End Bar about 30 minutes when
she walked in and sat down next to me.
"Well, bastard, I see you've come back." 
I ordered her a drink. Then I looked at h...Read more of this...
by Bukowski, Charles
...dy like a cinder,  And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. XII.   They say, full six months after this,  While yet the summer leaves were green,  She to the mountain-top would go,  And there was often seen.  'Tis said, a child was in her womb,  As now to any eye was plain;  She was with child, and she was mad,  Yet often she was sober sad  From her exceeding pain...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...
Then into one of those mysterious stars
Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars.

Ten times the Mother of the Months had ben
Her bow beside the folding-star, and bidden
With that bright sign the billows to indent
The sea-deserted sand--(like children chidden,
At her command they ever came and went)--
Since in that cave a dewy splendor hidden
Took shape and motion. With the living form
Of this embodied Power the cave grew warm.

A lovely Lady garmented in light
From ...Read more of this...
by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...t
Talk about him with me.
You're tender and loyal, we'll be friends..
Have fun, kiss, together grow old..
And light months above us will fly like feathers,
Like stars made of snow and as cold.



x x x

We aren't in the forest, there is no need for calling --
You know your jokes do not shine..
Why don't you come to lull into quiet
This wounded conscience of mine?

You possess other worries
You have another wife
And, looking into my dry eyes,
St. Petersbur...Read more of this...
by Akhmatova, Anna

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