Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEAT WAVE, by KATHLEEN SUTTON First Line: Dawn lifts a brazen head above the hill Last Line: Summer is old; it will not sing again. Subject(s): Heat | ||||||||
Dawn lifts a brazen head above the hill, Its scorching tongue licking the listless trees And darting like thin flame into the still Slumbering valley. Now the sheer night breeze Falters and vanishes; a bluejay screams Protest above the brook's deserted bed Where spiders crawl; and from uneasy dreams Men rouse, unwilling and dispirited. Before their eyes the grass runs like a brown Unlovely rug, pavements move crazily In a white shimmer of heat, while up and down The wilted garden roves the fretful bee. Even though skies should yield the cooling rain, Summer is old; it will not sing again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHILOSOPHY IN WARM WEATHER by JANE KENYON FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN HOW PALESTINIANS KEEP WARM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE DESERT PARABLE by ELEANOR WILNER HIGH NOON AT LOS ALAMOS by ELEANOR WILNER BARREN FIELD by KATHLEEN SUTTON |
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