Again it is September
Again it is September!
It seems so strange that I who made no vows
Should sit here desolate this golden weather
And wistfully remember—
A sigh of deepest yearning,
A glowing look and words that knew no bounds,
A swift response, an instant glad surrender
To kisses wild and burning!
Ay me!
Again it is September!
It seems so strange that I who kept those vows
Should sit here lone, and spent, and mutely praying
That I may not remember!
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on September 5, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
“Again it is September” originally appeared in the September 1917 issue of The Crisis.
Jessie Redmon Fauset
Jessie Redmon Fauset, born in 1882, played a crucial role in the Harlem Renaissance during her time as literary editor of The Crisis.