Maggie May


Time to bring back the monthly title contest: pick a quote with the word “September” in it, punch it into the comments, and winner gets their website perma-linked at the top of the rotating link list for the entire month.

Any questions?


"In September my cousin tried reefer for the very first time." - Prince "Sign o' the Times"

No? Fine. How 'bout

"Say do you remember dancing in September? Never was a cloudy day." - Earth, Wind & Fire "September"

Feeling strangly funky...

"Thirty days hath September, April, June, and Montana. All the rest have cold weather, except in the summer, which isn't often."

-- B. Bunny

"September, I'll remember
a love once new has now grown old."

- Paul Simon

Whew, finally finished quoting that damn song.

"Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year." - Fiona Apple

"Fine rain was falling on the gravel and glades,
The last rays of September bejewelled broken blades.
But there's someone that I long for."
- Elvis Costello

Oy! Linus! The Anne Sofie von Otter album!? Have you no shame?! :-)

It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died

"Papa Was A Rolling Stone" Temptations

It’s late September and I really should be back at school. - Maggie May by Rod Stewart


I didn't even bother to read the header on the contest posting. So Duh! Do I feel stupid. I'll try not to be a Bozo next post.

Do you remember a kind of September...

- The Fantasticks

September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way

- Neil Fucking Diamond

The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember
In September in the rain

It's nice to remember
the fire of September that made us mellow.

The Fantastiks

But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. -- robert Finch

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.

-- Helen Hunt Jackson

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
- Alexander Theroux

Happy we who can bask in this warm September sun...

-- Henry David Thoreau

September 1, 1939
by W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Oooo, Mo-Skee. Even after being abused in the press, that poem still trembles in the skin.

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