Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Summer Hump

Today we have arrived on top of the Summer Hump. Forty days of summer have passed and forty are left. Each day from here leads us down and away from these lazy long hot days. In honor of the Summer Hump, below is one of my favorite summer poems, written by Robert Louis Stevenson in1885. It is an old one, at 125 years, but some things, like Mr.Sun (AKA: the gardener of the World), never change.


SUMMER SUN
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

2 comments:

liz said...

I've never thought about the official middle of summer. Probably because the middle doesn't coincide with the middle of summer break.

Dalia - Gen X Mom said...

Really, is it the middle of summer? Yeah, like Liz says it must not feel that way because when I think of summer I think of the kids being out of the school. Funny how we relate so many things to the school calendar!