Summer Silence by e.e. cummings Eruptive lightnings flutter to and fro Above the heights of immemorial hills; Thirst-stricken air, dumb-throated, in its woe Limply down-sagging, its limp body spills Upon the earth. A panting silence fills The empty vault of Night with shimmering bars Of sullen silver, where the lake distils Its misered bounty.—Hark! No whisper mars The utter silence of the untranslated starsI do relish a summer storm. The darkened, rumbly clouds. The sudden whoosh of wind with purpose bestirring the trees. The muggy air that heightens until there is either the release of rain, thunder, complemented with staccato flashes of lighting. Yup--e.e. cummings got it spot on.
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A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies… 86 more words
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat? 21 more words
Thou dreamer with the million moods,
Of restless heart like me,
Lay thy white hands against my breast
And cool its pain, O Sea!
O wanderer of the unseen paths, 96 more words
Summer Silence (Spenserian Stanza)
by E.E. Cummings
first published in The Harvard Advocate, 7 March 1913
Eruptive lightnings flutter to and fro
Above the heights of immemorial hills; 48 more words