August August 1, 2011 by PaulM Posted in Culture, History, Lowell, Poetry 3 Comments “Are you he who would assume a place to teach or to be a poet here in the States? The place is august, the terms obdurate.” —Walt Whitman 3 Responses to August Steve says: August 1, 2011 at 9:16 pm “I say to my people that they are holy, that they are august, despite their chains” Patrick Pearse Another good one by old Will Shakepeare if I have it right… You sunburned sickle-men of August weary Come from the furrow and be merry PaulM says: August 2, 2011 at 5:03 am Steve, These are terrific. Quote time. Bob Forrant says: August 2, 2011 at 7:03 am Crap it’s August. Time for the Red Sox to tank. Saidmmany summers by my dad, Al, a devoted fan who never saw them win it all!
Steve says: August 1, 2011 at 9:16 pm “I say to my people that they are holy, that they are august, despite their chains” Patrick Pearse Another good one by old Will Shakepeare if I have it right… You sunburned sickle-men of August weary Come from the furrow and be merry
Bob Forrant says: August 2, 2011 at 7:03 am Crap it’s August. Time for the Red Sox to tank. Saidmmany summers by my dad, Al, a devoted fan who never saw them win it all!
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“I say to my people that they are holy, that they are august, despite their chains”
Patrick Pearse
Another good one by old Will Shakepeare if I have it right…
You sunburned sickle-men of August weary
Come from the furrow and be merry
Steve, These are terrific. Quote time.
Crap it’s August. Time for the Red Sox to tank.
Saidmmany summers by my dad, Al, a devoted fan who never saw them win it all!