Lawrence Hall
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I
will not Mourn for Summer
I will not mourn for the summertime
Those six sour months of soul-withering
heat
Desperate leaves and crispy grass and
weeds
Dust devils exhausting their metaphor
Our November is everyone else’s
September
With morning mists at last, sweet
cooling rains
That ease the wounds of summer’s
injuries
A cooling drink for a patient before he
dies
Thanksgiving is coming; we will give
thanks indeed
If the air-conditioning is silent at
last
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