Thursday, June 1, 2017

They Come! The Merry Summer Months

They come! the merry summer months
of beauty, song, and flowers;
The come! the gladsome months that bring
thick leafiness to bowers.
Up, up, my heart! and walk abroad; fling cark
and care aside;
Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful
waters glide;
Or, underneath the shadow vast of patriarchal
Scan through its leaves the cloudless sky in rapt

(William Motherwell, fragment from the poem
"They Come! The Merry Summer Months")

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