Summer

Anastasia & Sandman by Larry Levis
The brow of a horse in that moment when
Daffy Duck In Hollywood by John Ashbery
Something strange is creeping across me.
Poem for Adlai Stevenson and Yellow Jackets by David Young
It's summer, 1956, in Maine, a camp resort
A Path Between Houses by Greg Rappleye
The enigma of August.
The Philosopher in Florida by C. Dale Young
Midsummer lies on this town
A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott
The growing idleness of summer grass
The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers
When the sun shouts and people abound
The Fishermen at Guasti Park by Maurya Simon
In the first days of summer
My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand
When the moon appears
Ground Swell by Mark Jarman
Is nothing real but when I was fifteen,
A Green Crab's Shell by Mark Doty
Not, exactly, green:
Vespers by Louise Glück
In your extended absence, you permit me
Rhode Island by William Meredith
Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Jet by Tony Hoagland
Sometimes I wish I were still out
Vertumnal [excerpt] by Stephen Yenser
Close call, close call, close
Wildflower by Stanley Plumly
Some--the ones with fish names--grow so north
After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard by Charles Wright
East of me, west of me, full summer.
The White Room by Charles Simic
The obvious is difficult
June Light by Richard Wilbur
Your voice, with clear location of June days
And You Thought You Were the Only One by Mark Bibbins
Someone waits at my door. Because he is
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
On 52nd Street by Philip Levine
Down sat Bud, raised his hands,
Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus
I see it as it looked one afternoon
If You Get There Before I Do by Dick Allen
Air out the linens, unlatch the shutters on the eastern side,
I, Up they soar by Inger Christensen
I / Up they soar, the planet's butterflies,
The Family Photograph by Vona Groarke
In the window of the drawing-room
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket by John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead:
They'll spend the summer by Joshua Beckman
They'll spend the summer
Arms by Richard Tayson
I’m late for the birth-
Jack by Maxine Kumin
How pleasant the yellow butter
Vacation by Rita Dove
I love the hour before takeoff
Alice at Seventeen: Like a Blind Child by Darcy Cummings
One summer afternoon, I learned by body
Sally's Hair by John Koethe
It's like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
The Abduction by Stanley Kunitz
Some things I do not profess
Poem at Thirty by Michael Ryan
The rich little kids across the street
Aftermath by Tony Connor
Slumped in a prickly armchair
The Summer House by Tony Connor
The Danube glitters and toils
Shaking the Grass by Janice N. Harrington
Evening, and all my ghosts come back to me
Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull
In those days I thought their endless thrum
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer
What are you thinking about?
Fat Southern Men in Summer Suits by Liam Rector
Fat Southern men in their summer suits
The Bargain by Cyrus Cassells
In the transatlantic fury
Miracles by Walt Whitman
Why, who makes much of a miracle
The Fly by William Blake
Little fly
Summer at Blue Creek, North Carolina by Jack Gilbert
There was no water at my grandfather's
Let Birds by Linda Gregg
Eight deer on the slope
A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest
A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip
Summer Past by John Gray
There was the summer. There
Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun
In Summer by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
Back Yard by Carl Sandburg
Shine on, O moon of summer
Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
Summer Song by William Carlos Williams
Wanderer moon
Bath by Amy Lowell
The day is fresh-washed and fair
For Once, Then, Something by Robert Frost
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
The Last Slow Days of Summer by Phillip Lopate
BE YOUR OWN MASTER! says the Vedanta Society sign
Making the Bed by Burt Kimmelman
Summer country. In the morning the leaves
Mint by Elaine Terranova
Already, we'd be driving past
I see the boys of summer by Dylan Thomas
I see the boys of summer in their ruin