September 18, 2020

Although it is a cold evening, Down by one of the fishhouses An old man sits netting, His net, In the gloaming almost invisible.

—Elizabeth Bishop


September 11, 2020

A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip — There is a glorious fellowship! Father and son and the open sky And the white clouds lazily drifting by.

—Edgar A. Guest


September 4, 2020

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.

—Helen Hunt Jackson


August 28, 2020

The wind blows Through the doors of my heart. It scatters my sheet music That climbs like waves from the piano, free of the keys.

—Deborah Digges


August 21, 2020

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light — Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.

—Mark Twain


August 14, 2020

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night.

—Thomas Gunn


August 7, 2020

Under Orion on the green-waved lawn I float, high — New moon, old craft Tide strong as ever to the sheer horizon.

—Rose Styron


July 31, 2020

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

—William Cullen Bryant


July 24, 2020

He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer’s eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.

—Thomas K. Hervey


July 17, 2020

Sleepy and suburban at dusk, I learn again the yard’s geometry, edging around the garden and the weedy knots of flowers.

—Robert Wrigley


July 10, 2020

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff,  Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup.

—Sara Teasdale


July 3, 2020

I am waiting for my case to come up And I am waiting For a rebirth of wonder And I am waiting for someone To really discover America.

—Lawrence Ferlinghetti


June 26, 2020

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

—Celia Thaxter


June 19, 2020

Nothing ever stops; it divides and multiplies, and I guess sometimes it gets ground down superfine, but it doesn’t just blow away.

—Ralph Ellison


June 12, 2020

O Day after day we can’t help growing older. Year after year spring can’t help seeming younger. Come let’s enjoy our winecup today, Nor pity the flowers fallen.

—Wang Wei


June 5, 2020

Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

—Maya Angelou


May 29, 2020

Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening . . . A tall, slim tree . . . Night coming tenderly Black like me.

—Langston Hughes


May 22, 2020

End of the spring and here she comes back Hi hi hi hi there Them summer days, those summer days That’s when I had most of my fun, back there.

—Sly Stone


May 15, 2020

In the world of friends, where travel is slower, What do you do there, in the world of rain? Who shares the segments of your tangerine? Which exams do you take again?

—Andrei Voznesensky


May 8, 2020

The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge


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