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Heat : Hilda Doolittle (H. D.) : : Summer Time Classic : :

HeatH. D. – 1886-1961 ” O wind, rend open the heat,cut apart the heat,rend it to tatters. ” : : ” હે પવન , આ ગરમી ને‌ ખુલ્લી પાડી ઉઘાડ લાવ . તેના તાપને કકડે કકડા કર , એવી ફાડ કે બને કાગળ ના કકડા જેવી . ” ” Fruit cannot dropthrough this thick air—fruitContinue reading “Heat : Hilda Doolittle (H. D.) : : Summer Time Classic : :”

Blackberry-Picking : Seasmus Heany : : Summer Time Classic : :

Blackberry Picking : : : : : : : : : : : :: : : : : : : : : Late August, given heavy rain and sunFor a full week, the blackberries would ripen.At first, just one, a glossy purple clotAmong others, red, green, hard as a knot.You ate that first one andContinue reading “Blackberry-Picking : Seasmus Heany : : Summer Time Classic : :”

Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : Summer Time Classic : :

Yes, I remember Adlestrop –The name, because one afternoonOf heat the express-train drew up thereUnwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.No one left and no one cameOn the bare platform. What I sawWas Adlestrop – only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass,And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,No whit less stillContinue reading “Adlestrop : Edward Thomas : : Summer Time Classic : :”

As Imperceptibly As Grief : Emily Dickinson : : Summer Time Classic : :

As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away –Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy –A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or Nature spending with herselfSequestered 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 WingOr service of a KeelOur Summer madeContinue reading “As Imperceptibly As Grief : Emily Dickinson : : Summer Time Classic : :”

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s day? : William Shakespeare : Sonnet 18 : (1) : : Sonnet 18 : Paul Kelly : 2016 Album ( Seven Sonnets and A Song ) : (2) : : Summer Time Classic : :

https://youtu.be/Aj0kGzuL-cA Sonnet XVIIIShall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed,And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changingContinue reading “Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s day? : William Shakespeare : Sonnet 18 : (1) : : Sonnet 18 : Paul Kelly : 2016 Album ( Seven Sonnets and A Song ) : (2) : : Summer Time Classic : :”

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now : A. E. Housman : : Spring Time Classic : :

Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough,And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will not come again,And take from seventy springs a score,It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloomFifty springs are little room,About theContinue reading “Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now : A. E. Housman : : Spring Time Classic : :”

The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :

The TreesThe trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too,Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles threshIn fullgrown thicknessContinue reading “The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :”

Spring : Christina Rossetti : : Spring Time Classic : :

Spring Frost-locked all the winter,Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,What shall make their sap ascendThat they may put forth shoots?Tips of tender green,Leaf, or blade, or sheath;Telling of the hidden lifeThat breaks forth underneath,Life nursed in its grave by Death. Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,Drips the soaking rain,By fits looks down the waking sun:Young grassContinue reading “Spring : Christina Rossetti : : Spring Time Classic : :”

Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Spring Time Classic : :

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brushThe descending blue; that blue is all in aContinue reading “Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Spring Time Classic : :”

A Light Exists in Spring : Emily Dickinson : : Spring Time Classic : :

A Light exists in SpringNot present on the YearAt any other period –When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroadOn Solitary FieldsThat Science cannot overtakeBut Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn,It shows the furthest TreeUpon the furthest Slope you knowIt almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons stepOr Noons report awayWithout theContinue reading “A Light Exists in Spring : Emily Dickinson : : Spring Time Classic : :”