English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. September. Люси Мод Монтгомери.

Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери)

September

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days 
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, 
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, 
Some crimson poppy of a late delight 
Atoning in its splendor for the flight 
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September.

Lucy Maud Montgomery’s other poems:

1. The Hill Maples
2. The Truce of Night
3. When the Fishing Boats Go Out
4. The Old Man’s Grave
5. On the Bay

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) September (“THE dark green Summer, with its massive hues”)

Thomas Tusser (Томас Тассер) September (“Thresh seed and go fan, for the plow may not lie”)

Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) September (“Now hath the summer reached her golden close”)

John Payne (Джон Пейн) September (“HOW is the world of Summer’s splendours shorn!”)

Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) September (“I, from a window where the Meuse is wide”)

George Arnold (Джордж Арнольд) September (“Sweet is the voice that calls”)

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