JULY POEMS

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Good Morning And Good Luck

Good morning to you! Great morning to you!
Today is a new gift from up above
For we are born again each morning we wake up
So be sincerely thankful for this gift that you have
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Ma. Cristina Colima

Ma. Cristina Colima
Snake

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
Attack Of The Squash People

And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Marge Piercy
The Day Of Days

A year is filled with glad events:
The best is Christmas day,
But every holiday presents
Its special round of play,
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Months

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Renaissance

O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
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Thomas Sturge Moore
I Have A White Rose To Tend (verse Xxxix)

I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
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Jose Marti
The Great Hunger

I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
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Patrick Kavanagh
A Meditation For His Mistress

You are a tulip seen to-day,
But, dearest, of so short a stay
That where you grew scarce man can say.

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Robert Herrick
Gone With A Handsomer Man.

JOHN:

I've worked in the field all day, a-plowin' the "stony streak;"
I've scolded my team till I'm hoarse; I've tramped till my legs are weak;
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Will Carleton
A Celebration

A middle-northern March, now as always-
gusts from the South broken against cold winds-
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves-not into April-into a second March,
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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
To A Lady, With A Guitar

Ariel to Miranda:-Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

A Child's Story

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
July

I
Blue July, bright July,
Month of storms and gorgeous blue;
Violet lightnings o'er thy sky,
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George Meredith

George Meredith
London In July

What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face?
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Amy Levy
Seashore

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I not always here, thy summer home?
Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve?
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
In July

His beauty bore no token,
No sign our gladness shook;
With tender strength unbroken
The hand of Life he took:
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Henry Newbolt

Henry Newbolt
Inniskeen Road: July Evening

The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
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Patrick Kavanagh
Preparation

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,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
An Alphabet

A is the Alphabet, A at its head;
A is an Antelope, agile to run.
B is the Baker Boy bringing the bread,
Or black Bear and brown Bear, both begging for bun.
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Body Shop

When I come in, my mechanic is eating
lunch. He doesn't look over the top
of his newspaper.
I glance around, hoping that Miss July
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Ronald Koertge
Towns In Colour

I

Red Slippers

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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
July

'Twas Jack-o'-Winter hailed it first,
But now more timid angels sing,
For what dull ear can fail to hear
Afar the fluting of the Spring?
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John Le Gay Brereton
After The Battles Are Over

Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.

After the battles are over,
And the war drums cease to beat,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At Night

The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
A Year's Carols: 07 - July

Hail, proud July, whose fervent mouth
Bids even be morn and north be south
By grace and gospel of thy word,
Whence all the splendour of the sea
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne
Requiem

shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]

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Anna Akhmatova
The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue

RUINS! A charm is in the word:
It makes us smile, it makes us sigh,
'Tis like the note of some spring bird
Recalling other Springs gone by,
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Verses On Games

Here is a horse to tame
Here is a gun to handle
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
In July

WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend
Now is there silence through the summer woods,
In whose green depths and lawny solitudes
The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend
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Edward Dowden
Unwelcome

|WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The Vote Of Thanks Debate

The Other Night I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnâ??t chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
When Ward and Billings failed to bring a twinkle to my eye,
I turned my eyes to Hansard of the fifteenth of July.
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
Welcome To The Nations

PHILADELPHIA, JULY 4, 1876

BRIGHT on the banners of lily and rose
Lo! the last sun of our century sets!
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Spring-it Had Simply Been You

The spring-it had simply been you,
And so, to a certain extent,
The summer; but autumn-this scandalous blue
Of wallpaper? Rubbish and felt?
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
To Helen - 1848

I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
Malvern Hill

July, 1862


Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill
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Herman Melville

Herman Melville
Sunrise In The Place De La Concorde

I stand at the break of day
In the Champs Elysees.
The tremulous shafts of dawning
As they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,
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John Hay

John Hay
The Bonfire

“Oh, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves,
As reckless as the best of them to-night,
By setting fire to all the brush we piled
With pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Skylark

'It is the skylark come.' For shame!
Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:
Robert-a-Field would surely know
That skylarks, bless them, never go!
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Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit
From My Diary, July 1914

Leaves
Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.
Lives
Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.
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Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen
Hoodlums

I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlums-maybe so.
I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you, so do all of us-maybe-maybe so.
In the ends of my fingers the itch for another man's neck, I want to see him hanging, one of dusk's cartoons against the sunset.
This is the hate my father gave me, this was in my mother's milk, this is you and me and all of us in a world of hoodlums-maybe so.
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
For The Commemoration Services

CAMBRIDGE, JULY 21, 1865

FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,
Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
One Home

Mine was a Midwest homeâ??you can keep your world.
Plain black hats rode the thoughts that made our code.
We sang hymns in the house; the roof was near God.

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William Stafford
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version)

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
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John Clare

John Clare
On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School

WHERE are those honours, Ida! once yow own,
When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne?
As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place,
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George Gordon Byron
Mamie

Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
town and dreamed of romance and big things off
somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
To Sarah, While Singing.

Written at the Cottage of T. LEWIS, Esq. Woodbury Downs.


In the retirement of this lovely spot,
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Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent