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Feisty like Anne of Green Gables
September, I Feel (Verse Libre), In the Days of the Goldenrod
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
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.
I Feel (Verse Libre)
- I feel
- Very much
- Like taking
- Its unholy perpetrators
- By the hair
- Of their heads
- (If they have any hair)
- And dragging them around
- A few times,
- And then cutting them
- Into small, irregular pieces
- And burying them
- In the depths of the blue sea.
- They are without form
- And void,
- Or at least
- The stuff they
- Produce is.
- They are too lazy
- To hunt up rhymes;
- And that
- Is all
- That is the matter with them.
In the Days of the Goldenrod
- Across the meadow in brooding shadow
- I walk to drink of the autumn’s wine.
- The charm of story, the artist’s glory,
- To-day on these silvering hills is mine;
- On height, in hollow, where’er I follow,
- By mellow hillside and searing sod,
- Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,
- I see the glimmer of golden-rod.
- In this latest comer the vanished summer
- Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
- And bids us remember in late September
- What beauty mates with the passing year.
- The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,
- And life is near to the heart of God,
- And the peace of heaven to earth is given
- In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.
L.M. Montgomery
L.M. Montgomery (1874-1942) was a Canadian poet and novelist who is best known as the author of Anne of Green Gables and its sequels chronicling the life of the orphan Anne Shirley who finds a new life on Prince Edwards Island. It is not hard to imagine Montgomery’s poems also being Anne’s. Like Montgomery’s most famous creation, her poems are feisty, passionate and full of verve, humor, and wit.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Feisty like Anne of Green Gables
September, I Feel (Verse Libre), In the Days of the Goldenrod
Feisty like Anne of Green Gables
September, I Feel (Verse Libre), In the Days of the Goldenrod
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
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.
I Feel (Verse Libre)
- I feel
- Very much
- Like taking
- Its unholy perpetrators
- By the hair
- Of their heads
- (If they have any hair)
- And dragging them around
- A few times,
- And then cutting them
- Into small, irregular pieces
- And burying them
- In the depths of the blue sea.
- They are without form
- And void,
- Or at least
- The stuff they
- Produce is.
- They are too lazy
- To hunt up rhymes;
- And that
- Is all
- That is the matter with them.
In the Days of the Goldenrod
- Across the meadow in brooding shadow
- I walk to drink of the autumn’s wine.
- The charm of story, the artist’s glory,
- To-day on these silvering hills is mine;
- On height, in hollow, where’er I follow,
- By mellow hillside and searing sod,
- Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,
- I see the glimmer of golden-rod.
- In this latest comer the vanished summer
- Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
- And bids us remember in late September
- What beauty mates with the passing year.
- The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,
- And life is near to the heart of God,
- And the peace of heaven to earth is given
- In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.
L.M. Montgomery
L.M. Montgomery (1874-1942) was a Canadian poet and novelist who is best known as the author of Anne of Green Gables and its sequels chronicling the life of the orphan Anne Shirley who finds a new life on Prince Edwards Island. It is not hard to imagine Montgomery’s poems also being Anne’s. Like Montgomery’s most famous creation, her poems are feisty, passionate and full of verve, humor, and wit.
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