July Poems
Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
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A Year's Carols
by Algernon Charl Swinburne
JANUARY
HAIL, January, that bearest here
On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year
That weeps and trembles to be born.
Hail, maid and mother, strong and bright,
Hooded and cloaked and shod with white,
Whose eyes are stars that match the morn.
Thy forehead braves the storm's bent bow,
Thy feet enkindle stars of snow.
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Philosophy
by Amy Levy
Ere all the world had grown so drear,
When I was young and you were here,
'Mid summer roses in summer weather,
What pleasant times we've had together!
We were not Phyllis, simple-sweet,
And Corydon; we did not meet
By brook or meadow, but among
A Philistine and flippant throng
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Here Comes July
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
On posts of gaunt and naked bamboo
spread forth the green banner
beyond the scorched hills.
Let it flutter loosely
across the blue sky.
The sun is a witness today.
Within this hiatus of sun-witness
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Spenser's Ireland
by Marianne Moore
has not altered; -
a place as kind as it is green,
the greenest place I've never seen.
Every name is a tune.
Denunciations do not affect
the culprit; nor blows, but it
is torture to him to not be spoken to.
They're natural,-
the coat, like Venus'
mantle lined with stars,
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Here Comes July
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
On posts of gaunt and naked bamboo
spread forth the green banner
beyond the scorched hills.
Let it flutter loosely
across the blue sky.
The sun is a witness today.
Within this hiatus of sun-witness
......
Rites of the Seventh Month
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
watching fireworks through the skylight
by Sarah A
watching fireworks through the skylight
i feel pretty tonight
sprinkles on the ceiling
always lick off the frosting
dizzying silliness
accompanying unadulterated bliss
why can’t life always feel like this
My Home
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
This is the place that I love the best,
A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest,
Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,
Summer retreat of the birds and bees.
The tenderest light that ever was seen
Sifts through the vine-made window screen--
Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls
On home-made carpets and gray-hung walls.
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Preparation
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We must not force events, but rather make
The heart soil ready for their coming, as
The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,
Or, with the strengthening tonic of the frost,
Prepares for Winter. Should a July noon
Burst suddenly upon a frozen world
Small joy would follow, even tho' that world
Were longing for the Summer. Should the sting
Of sharp December pierce the heart of June,
What death and devastation would ensue!
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