Guest guest Posted March 3, 2003 Report Share Posted March 3, 2003 FOR CHEER A pleasant English summer a life ago A pleasant English summer a life ago -- a weaving of ovals green above the riverflow a dappling of those chips of blue and gold below all from a summerswifted evening glow -- a bending of the fluted waving grasses where the carapaced slow beetle walks lurching its scarabed angles through the stalks wrens in the dusty hedgerows wagtails, linnets, buntings darting soundlessly about a somnolence of sheep marking the leys of our longing now to sleep -- oh, what were we waiting for those summerhays ago lying aneath the beeches near the river's summerglow! The old manse, the pilgrims' eaves and bedding by the silvers of the starcut leaves still life, life still our faces framed by hands and leaning each to each hushes, whispers, hushes on our tongues as we let each other in reaching for -- so simply, softly, softly -- the sweetness of each other's skin what were our pleasures then drowsing the lovelit night waking to the scattered pealing of a morning's feathered light! marigolds and hollyhocks and dew-drenched bending roses flax, weld and foxglove and the river moving time along reflecting and collecting all that lovely, lovely summersong thinking now in winter of our older saddened eyes parted and yet joined by grey and sodden city skies I pluck insistence so from that which summering in dreams while ever singing deeper, deems to bear us forth where heaven seems still flashing in the endless rippling riverflow: all love that time would let us know that pleasant English summer, only a life ago. a.o.howell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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