Nov 092009
“Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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Isn’t it wonderful to remember the summer’s immenseness and know that is really just around the corner?
Lynn, you are always so “silver lining,” you remind me of F. I think you must be quite a fun and joyous person to be around
Beautiful poem. I wish I could say in all honesty that our summer was immense, but it was teeny tiny and basically non-existent. However, I have hope for next year’s immense summer and always the memories of some truly fabulous ones.
Oh, Talon
I’m sorry to hear that about your summer. But since it was my first summer in South Carolina sans air conditioner in my car or my home, well, I might have actually preferred a little less of one, you know? I’m more grateful for the plentiful, restorative rains than anything else…