All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon with bales to the barn, then back to the waiting chopped field.…
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for…
Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips The days, as though the sunset gates they crowd, And Summer from her…
Theme for English B BY LANGSTON HUGHES The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that…
September Midnight By Sara Teasdale Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of…
Photograph from September 11 BY WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA TRANSLATED BY CLARE CAVANAGH They jumped from the burning floors— one, two, a few more,…
September By Deborah Landau Dazzling emptiness of the black green end of summer no one running in the yard pulse pulse…
Dream Song 14 By John Berryman Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the…
It Couldn’t Be Done By Edgar Albert Guest Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied…
Let Evening Come By Jane Kenyon Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the…