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god calls me on the payphone, tells me there aren’t enough magnolia trees in the garden. asks me a question. i spend my whole life answering it.
Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco

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“It doesn’t matter to me how many summers I live to return: this one summer we have entered eternity.”
— Louise Glück, excerpt from The White Lilies
“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 stars.”
— e. e. cummings, “summer silence”
“I have embraced the dawn of summer.”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Dawn: Aube”
Summer grows tired. Her labor is in the soil but her reward is the harvest. It will be a feast of weeks. Autumn will turn the tree leaves into tounges of fire. They fall on each of us. This pentecost brings heaven in flames. Spreading in winds of utterance a gospel of provision. Of abundance.
from the abundance - wjm

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Paul Celan, from “Flower,” from Poetry (December 1971)
Mary Oliver, from “August,” in featured in Poetry (August 1993)
Paul Celan, from “Flower,” from Poetry (December 1971)
T. S. Eliot, from “La Figlia che Piange,” in The Waste Land, Prufrock and Other Poems (Dover Publications, Inc., 1998).

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Raymond Carver, “Hummingbird,” from All of Us: The Collected Poems
Nikolai Lantsov in Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo)
How was summer? some uninhabited hope asking some mild rain. Don’t forget July. The consciousness Light and Space an art where you flip through the pages. everywhere. − j. p. berame // How was summer?
Mary Oliver, from “Stanley Kunitz,” in Dream Work
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“Now summer is in flower and natures hum”
— John Clare, opening line from “June”
“…June is past, the fading rose;”
— Thomas Carew, from “A Song”