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Rachel Hadas: That Patch of Warmth

August. Midday. Look up: flawless sky
until a cloud sprouts; sidles; suddenly
blots out the sun. Wind troubles the trees

August 10, 2022 · 2 Comments

Pablo Neruda: Ode to Summer | translated by Wally Swist

Summer, red violin,
clear cloud,
a buzz
saw
or cicada

July 10, 2022 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: Return to France

And I come, suppressing my eagerness for as long as I can, until I burst with affection at the sound of a cork being pulled by a solemn waiter, who waits politely while I sink my liver into a pool of forgetfulness at the first sip.

July 3, 2022 · 7 Comments

Sharon Fagan McDermott: Summer’s End

The sudden slip of moon that turns the sun
into a wreath of fire. We’re waiting for that moment
during the eclipse when—at once—all the birds stop singing 

August 30, 2021 · 1 Comment

Sharon Fagan McDermott: The Summer of Nectarines

Plague on the winds, in the air,
on our tongues in the midst of old conversations.

June 30, 2021 · 2 Comments

Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.

June 27, 2021 · 2 Comments

Peter Blair: Estivation

Against blue dusk
a bat dives, veers
over the bank, dips,
swoops up
above the library

June 22, 2021 · Leave a comment

Molly Fisk: God Speaks to the Rope Swings of Summer

in his gentlest voice, reminding them
about change, about fallow fields and the quiet
everything needs to grow stronger

June 17, 2020 · 1 Comment

John Clare: Summer

I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.

June 28, 2019 · Leave a comment

Christina Rossetti: From Sunset to Star Rise

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. … Continue reading

October 5, 2018 · Leave a comment

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