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Famous Time Is Ripe Poems by Famous Poets

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by Carman, Bliss
...type of thy will 
To the tribes of the field. 

IV
Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the ground?

Lord, when the time is ripe, 
Said a frog through the quiet rain, 
We take up the silver pipe 
For the pageant again. 

When the melting wind of the South 
Is over meadow and pond, 
We draw the breath of thy mouth, 
Reviving the ancient bond. 

Then must we fife and declare 
The unquenchable joy of earth,— 
Testify hearts still dare, 
Signalize beauty’s worth. ...Read more of this...



by Levertov, Denise
...a golden comb.
Rose White is lying awake.

Rose White shall marry the bear's brother.
Shall he too
when the time is ripe,
step from the bear's hide?
Is that other, her bridegroom,
here in the room?...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...isky in his hand, his bag-pipes on his knees.
"Drink down your doch and doris, Jock," cried Treasurer MacCall;
"The time is ripe to up and pipe; they wait you in the hall.
Gird up your loins and grit your teeth, and here's a pint of hooch
To mind you of your native heath - jist pit it in your pooch.
Play on and on for all you're worth; you'll shame us if you stop.
Remember you're of Scottish birth - keep piping till you drop.
Aye, though a bunch of Willie ...Read more of this...

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...ins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
Then it's heigho! fellows and hi-diddle-diddle,
For the time is ripe for the corn-stalk fiddle.
And you take a stalk that is straight and long,
With an expert eye to its worthy points,
And you think of the bubbling strains of song
That are bound between its pithy joints—
Then you cut out strings, with a bridge in the middle,
With a corn-stalk bow for a corn-stalk fiddle.
Then the strains that grow as you d...Read more of this...

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