Summer Poems
Rise to Shine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
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Warning
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
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Requiem
by Anna Akhmatova
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
INSTEAD OF A PREFACE
During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I
spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in
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In An Artist's Studio
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel -- every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
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The Channel Swimmer
by Marriott Edgar
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure
Of a hero who tackled the sea,
A super-man swimming the ocean,
Then hark to the tale of Joe Lee.
Our Channel, our own Straits of Dover
Had heen swum by an alien lot:
Our British-born swimmers had tried it,
But that was as far as they'd got.
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Rise to Shine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
splendid fairywren
in the long sunshine of life
songs keen as a knife
crimson sky or dawn
once cream moon's done her dreaming
silk roses preening
airy fairy spell
as the summer heat assaults
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Summer's Silence
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
In the summer's slience
The desolation grows
There are no symphony
Of birdsongs and children
To break the quietness
Of the suburban streets
As the sultry weather kept us inside
We stare out of the windows of our tiny boxes
Hoping for the chaos of a thunderstorm
The solitude of summer's streets echoes laziness
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September 21
by Aldo Kraas
September 21 the last
Day of Summer
Today it is already the first day of
Fall
Today I woke up
At 6:30
It was dark outside
It looked like midnight
And the trees are
Starting to change its color
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Summer in the Neighbourhood
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
In the summertime, the warmth of the sun baked
The desterted suburb street
Too hot to play, we stayed in the basement
Playing floor hockey or watching TV
Until someone illegally released
the fire hydrant
And we played in the water, trying not
To get caught by the fire department
Until dinnertime
As the sun still brightly watching
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Floral Paths of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
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