Love Poems: Poet to His Love by Maxwell Bodenheim

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 8:14 pm on Aug 26, 1979

An old silver church in a forest Is my love for you. The trees around it Are words that I have stolen from your heart. An old silver bell, the last smile you gave, Hangs at the top of my church. It rings only when you come through the forest And stand beside it. And [...]


Love Poems: Lines from a Notebook by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 7:53 pm on

And in Life’s noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart’s Self-solace, and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro’ all my being all my pulses beat. You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light Like the fair Light [...]


Summer Poems: 122 by Emily Dickinson

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 3:05 pm on Jul 25, 1979

A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too [...]


Summer Poems: I know a place where Summer strives by Emily Dickinson

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 3:02 pm on

I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost – She — each year — leads her Daisies back – Recording briefly — “Lost” – But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes – Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow – And she pours soft Refrains [...]


Summer Poems: The Old Swimmin’-hole by James Whitcomb Riley

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 3:00 pm on

OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below Sounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to know Before we could remember anything but the eyes Of the angels lookin’ out [...]


Summer Poems: Summer by John Clare

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 2:57 pm on

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest, And love is burning diamonds in my true lover’s breast; She sits beneath the whitethorn a-plaiting of her hair, And [...]


Summer Poems: The Barefoot Boy by John Greenleaf Whittier

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 2:54 pm on

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a [...]


Summer Poems: The Oven Bird by Robert Frost

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 2:52 pm on

There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and cherry bloom went down in [...]


Summer Poems: Sonnet 94 by William Shakespeare

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 2:49 pm on

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces, And husband nature’s riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, [...]


Summer Poems: Penumbra by Amy Lowell

poetry — Gary R. Hess @ 2:46 pm on

As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush of an electric car. And, from still farther off, An engine puffs sharply, Followed by the drawn-out shunting scrape of a freight train. These are the sounds that men make In the long business of [...]


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