Poem
By Jessica Rigney
It's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…
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Fall
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Think not my wounds are healed;
Far deeper than the scars you see,
I keep… - PoemBy Alvin FeinmanAnd the light, a wakened heyday of air
Tuned low and clear and wide,
A radiance now that would emblaze… - PoemBy David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun,
the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar
draping his sheets… - PoemBy Zakaria MohammedI await the end of August and the murder of September. I am here, tardy Autumn, waiting for you. I’ve…
- PoemBy Annie FinchOur voices press
from us
and twine
around the year's
fermenting wine
Yellow fall roars
Over the ground… - PoemBy May Swenson1
A smudge for the horizon
that, on a clear day, shows
the hard edge of hills and
buildings on the … - PoemBy Barbara Crookerand the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled
and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse… - PoemBy Joseph MasseySober for once, for what—
for the words to budge.
We spent summer propped up
by each other's stuttering… - PoemBy Sandra LimIt’s now within
an hour of sundown of a late
November afternoon.
It was a beautiful day,
the cold burned… - PoemBy Stacy SzymaszekI saw this day coming class would end and it would be night
time to attach bike lights tonight I lit… - PoemBy Antonia PozziNow you want me to tell you
a history of fish
while the lake clouds over?
But don’t you see
how thirst… - PoemBy Myra Sklarew
Today the moon sees fit to come between a parched earth and sun, hurrying the premature darkness. … - PoemBy Bradley TrumpfhellerFrom up here in the leaves’ no-kidding goldishness
you’d guess everyone was already in lovely w/ each… - PoemBy Wallace StevensLife contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become… - PoemBy Robert FrostSpades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make … - PoemBy Robert FrostI came an errand one cloud-blowing evening
To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house
Of one room and… - PoemBy Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As…