How familiar it feels to feel strange, hollower than a bassoon. A lank cat slinks liquidly around a corner. The sky blurs-there’s a storm coming up or down. The comforts of loneliness fall in like a bad platoon. Two cabs almost collide someone yells fuck in Farsi. A man and a woman on a bench: she tells him he must be psychic, for how else could he sense, even before she knew, that she’d need to call it off? A bicyclist fumes by with a coach’s whistle clamped hard between his teeth, shrilling like a teakettle on the boil. A film of sweat for primer and the heat for a coat of paint. "Morningside Heights, July" by William Matthews And in each of us begana deep isolation, though we never spoke of this,of the absence of regret.We were artists again, my husband.We could resume the journey. Slowly the nights grew cool the pendant leaves of the willowyellowed and fell. But we were lost in a way, didn't you feel that?The bed was like a raft I felt us driftingfar from our natures, toward a place where we'd discover nothing.First the sun, then the moon, in fragments,stone through the willow.Things anyone could see. And so hot we lay completely uncovered.Sometimes the wind rose a willow brushed the window. "Summer" by Louise Gluck Remember the days of our first happiness,how strong we were, how dazed by passion,lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed,sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer,it seemed everything had ripenedat once. In the summerI stretch out on the shoreAnd think of youHad I told the seaWhat I felt for you,It would have left its shores,Its shells,Its fish,And followed me. Trust me, some of these you're going to want to cut out and stick up on your mirror. There are contemporary poems and classics, all expressing the unique mood and hot, hot heat of the summertime, whether they're in the city, up atop a mountain, or on a remote beach.
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So much is packed into these poems about summer that you'll get a full, magical education in just a few lines. You're on the go from a beach day to a barbecue night (OK, fine, maybe from work to sitting in front of your perfectly cross-breezed fans eating a Popsicle to stay cool.) But in case you are having trouble keeping up with your summer reading, poetry can be a perfect way to get your reading in. Poems about summer have the ability to make you feel the hazy heat, the sand between your toes, the smell of the chlorine in the city pool, and the strip of sunburn across your racer back tank like no other manner of writing can.Īnd let's face it: In summertime you have no time to waste. Ever since even before William Shakespeare's famous "shall I compare thee to a summer's day" everyone's (well, should be everyone's) favorite season has gone together with poetry like peanut butter and jelly.