The world is water
to these bronzed boys
on their surfboards,
riding the sexual waves
like so many fearless
death on bucking
broncos of foam.
On the beach at Santorini
we ate those tiny silverfish
Warm weather, vacations, and days of sun and the beach: June, July, and August (and the first few weeks of September) have inspired their fair share of summer poems. Browse our selection of poems about the summer season.
|1993||Vertumnal [excerpt]||Stephen Yenser|
|1990||The White Room||Charles Simic|
|1989||I, Up they soar||Inger Christensen|
|1986||The Fishermen at Guasti Park||Maurya Simon|
|1986||A Lesson for This Sunday||Derek Walcott|
|1985||The Abduction||Stanley Kunitz|