Dolce far niente

Feodor Vasilyev, Op het eiland Valaam, 1869

A something in a summer’s Day

A something in a summer’s Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away

Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —

A depth — an Azure — a perfume —

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night

A something so transporting bright

I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face

Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace

Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —

Guides still the sun along the Crag

His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn

Conclude the wonder gay —

And I meet, coming thro’ the dews

Another summer’s Day!

Emily Dickinson (10 december 1830 – 15 mei 1886)

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 22e juli ook mijn blog van 2 juli 2011 deel 1 en ook deel 2 en eveneens mijn blog van 22 juli 2012.

22-07-2013 om 23:01 geschreven door Romenu