Summer poetry
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007I went bicycling far, far and up, up this beautiful morning, into Brooklyn Heights, where I saw this poem on a wall:
“To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –”
-Emily Dickinson
And recently I saw this overquoted quote with this punctuation, and, here not being all commas but pretty darn declarative, I do kinda like it.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
-Rumi
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August 5th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
Thank you.
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As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away –
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy –
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon -
The Dusk drew earlier in -
The Morning foreign shone -
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone -
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
(Dickinson)