Quote, July 29, 2011 - Summer

ejmoore510(7)July 30, 2011

Some men there are who find in nature all

Their inspiration, hers the sympathy

Which spurs them on to any great endeavor,

To them the fields and woods are closest friends,

And they hold dear communion with the hills;

The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,

And the great winds bring healing in their sound.

To them a city is a prison house

Where pent up human forces labour and strive,

Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;

But where in winter they must live until

Summer gives back the spaces of the hills.

To me it is not so. I love the earth

And all the gifts of her so lavish hand:

Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,

Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,

And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;

But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,

I love the very human heart of man.

Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,

Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lake

Lazily reflecting back the sun,

And scarcely ruffled by the little breeze

Which wanders idly through the nodding ferns.

The blue crest of the distant mountain, tops

The green crest of the hill on which I sit;

And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,

The very crown of nature's changing year

When all her surging life is at its full.

To me alone it is a time of pause,

A void and silent space between two worlds,

When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,

Gathering strength for efforts yet to come.

For life alone is creator of life,

And closest contact with the human world

Is like a lantern shining in the night

To light me to a knowledge of myself.

I love the vivid life of winter months

In constant intercourse with human minds,

When every new experience is gain

And on all sides we feel the great world's heart;

The pulse and throb of life which makes us men!


by Amy Lowell

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A great week of poetry. Thanks a lot. Right now I need to see the positive side of summer because here right now it is not, it's too d.. hot.

    Bookmark   July 31, 2011 at 2:52PM
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I just luv this poem. It brings up memories of summers in different places and different years.

    Bookmark   July 31, 2011 at 7:42PM
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