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“Children get smashed for hours on some strictly limited aspect of the Great Big Everything, the Universe, such as water or snow or mud or colors or rocks.”

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Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut was an American writer known for his unique humor and profound satire. His works often explore themes of war, humanity, society, and politics. His most famous works include 'Slaughterhouse-Five' and 'Cat's Cradle'. His writing style has been widely appreciated by readers and has had a profound impact on literature. more

“The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.”

“Sorrow and scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather. Ah me, this glory and this grief Agree not well together!”

Wells Together Grief Sorrow Glory Agree Weather September Leafs Sunny Scarlet Sunny Weather

Author:Thomas Parsons

“September twenty-second, Sir, the bough cracks with unpicked apples, and at dawn the small-mouth bass breaks water, gorged with spawn.”

Water Break Mouths Twenties Dawn Apples Cracks September Bass Spawn

Book:Poesie: 1943-1952

Source: Poesie: 1943-1952

“Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?”

Ends Walks Sky Wind Behavior Summer Clouds Lovely Arise Meals September Silk Wilder End Of Summer Waiver

Author:Gerard Manley Hopkins

“Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune Than ever in the summer; from the trees Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies, No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.”

Stills Shows White Tree Sky Fields Moon Summer Spring Green Warm Evening Tunes Melody Inward September Leafs Mist Scarce Noon Ripple Dusk Murmuring Greener

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing. As we danced in the night, Remember how the stars stole the night away.”

Mind Heart Soul Remember Night Stars Keys Singing Clouds September Chasing Pretender

Author:Maurice White

“I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer Knowing the love we'll miss Oh let us make a pledge to meet in September And seal it with a kiss Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer But I'll fill the emptiness I'll send you all my love every day in a letter Sealed with a kiss.”

Knowing Missing Cold Kissing Summer Lonely Letters Emptiness Goodbye September Pledge Saying Goodbye Seals

Author:Bobby Vinton

“September morn Do you remember how we danced that night away Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play September morning still can make me feel this way.”

Way Feels Stills Two Play Remember Night Morning Lovers Scene September Two Lovers

Author:Neil Diamond

“All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.”

Years Soul Earth Pleasure Hell Good Things Plenty Decay September

Book:Pierce Penniless his supplication to the Devil: Summer's last will and testament. The terrors of the night. The unfortunate traveller, and selected writings

Source: Pierce Penniless his supplication to the Devil: Summer's last will and testament. The terrors of the night. The unfortunate traveller, and selected writings

“When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age; iron the unstable metal; Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-ered-up cities Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster. Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them, Then nothing will remain of the iron age And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain.”

Source: Selected poems

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