And is this August weather? nay not so With the long rain the cornfield waxeth dark. How the cold rain comes pouring down & hark To the chill wind whose measured pace & slow Seems still to linger being loth to go. I cannot stand beside the sea and mark Its grandeur; it's too wet for that: no lark In this drear season cares to sing or show. And since its name is August all men find Fire not allowable; Winter foregone Had more of sunlight & of glad warmth more I shall be fain to run upon the shore And mark the rain. Hath the sun ever shone Cheer up there can be nothing worse to mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON |