Morning of My Life / Will Dockery

Morning of My Life

Walking down my street
she shakes her head
in the summer heat.
We met back at
Richards Junior High,
talking to the Grass-man
all about the Taxman.
I never wanted to
have to say goodbye.
        She walked right in
        into the morning of my life.

All around the curfew
barefoot in the wet dew,
we chased a dream
we could never realize.
Talking about Black Betty,
I felt like J. Paul Getty;
I never knew a kiss
could get me this high.
        She walked right past
        through the morning of my life.

When she sang that song to me,
her secret longing to be free,
on the corner
in soft summer rain.
Bought America in a jar,
filled with samples from afar.
I felt her vibe shake me
like a steam train.
        She walked right through
        deep in the morning of my life.

She shook me,
she really woke me up,
perfect sky
and her big blue eyes.
She smiled my blues away.
Pretty baby, I wish
you could have stayed.

Then she kind of moved away;
life called
and we could not stay.
Sweet little lady
I think you've seen that movie too.
Saying goodbye to a friend
you never think it is the end.
I never thought
you were gone to stay.
        She walked right out
        out of the morning of my life.

~~
Will Dockery, 2016
from Selected Poems, 1976-2019, 2019 

[All rights reserved - used with permission]

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"In the Morning of My Life" (c) 2025 by Will Dockery and Brian Mallard. All rights reserved.

Gathered Roses / Francis W. Bourdillon

Gathered Roses

Bill Nicholls, Bee in a Rose, 2016.

CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.

Only a bee made prisoner,
    Caught in a gathered rose!
Was he not 'ware, a flower so fair
    For the first gatherer grows?

Only a heart made prisoner,
    Going out free no more!
Was he not 'ware, a face so fair
    Must have been gathered before?

~~
Francis W. Bourdillon (1852-1921)
from Among the Flowers, and other poems, 1878

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

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The Mounting Summer, Brilliant and Ominous / Delmore Schwartz

The Mounting Summer, Brilliant and Ominous

A yellow-headed, gold-hammered, sunflower-lanterned
Summer afternoon: after the sun soared and soared
All morning to the marble shining heights of marvellous blue,
Like lions insurgent, bursting out of a great zoo,
As if all vividness poured down, poured out, poured
Over, bursting and breaking in all the altitudes of blaze,
As when the whole ocean rises and rises in irresistable motion, shaking;
The roar of the heart in a shell or the roar of the sea beyond the 

  concessions of possession and the secessions of time's fearful procession, 

  precious even in continuous perishing.

~~
Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966)
from Summer Knowledge: New and selected poems, 1959

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]

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Amin010n, Burning sunny day, 2020 (detail). CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.

Even in the bluest noonday of July / Robert Louis Stevenson

To Mrs. Will. H. Low

Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss — it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or the whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.

Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.

~~
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
from Underwoods, 1891

[Poem is in the public domain]

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Ismael Valladolid Torres, Jardin des Tuileries, Paris July 2002.

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July's featured poem

 

The Penny Blog's featured poem for July 2025:

Summer 1969, by Michael G. Munoz

The first turn of July heat

And I was growing fast

Leaning into the sun

Like the nascent fan palms sprouting up

[...]

https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2012/07/summer-1969.html

I Am a Canadian / John Diefenbaker

I Am a Canadian

I am a Canadian,
a free Canadian,
free to speak without fear,
free to worship God in my own way,
free to stand for what I think right,
free to oppose what I believe wrong,
free to choose who shall govern my country.
This heritage of freedom
I pledge to uphold
for mysef and all mankind.

~~
John G. Diefenbaker (1895-1979)
from Hansard, July 1, 1960
(a found poem)

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Penny's Top 20 / June 2025

   

Penny's Top 20

The most-visited poems on  The Penny Blog in June 2025:

  1.  Mind on a Wander, JD Shirk

  2.  Wander-Thirst, Gerald Gould

  3.  Metric Figure, William Carlos Williams

  4.  Large Red Man Reading, Wallace Stevens

  5.  Skating, William Wordsworth

  6.  Daddy, Sylvia Plath

  7.  My Father, Ann Taylor

  8.  June Rain, Richard Aldington

  9.  Esthetique du Mal, Wallace Stevens

10.  June, Folgore da San Geminiano

11.   Spring Again, George J. Dance

12.  A Summer Invocation, Walt Whitman

13.  Laurentian Lure, Arthur S. Bourinot

14.  Ode to Sport, Pierre de Coubertin

15.  June Days, Charles Lotin Hildreth

16.  A June Day, John Todhunter

17.  The Dwarf, Wallace Stevens

18.  In the Fields, Charlotte Mew

19.  May, Folgore da San Geminiano

20. Ballad of the Goodly Fere, Ezra Pound

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