So, it has been a while since I last posted a blog. I have been crazy busy the last few days – especially since this was already the last week of lectures before summer, and I had to (and still have to) write my final papers. Luckily, I almost finished them! I’m planning on writing a lot of blogs this weekend, but I didn’t wanna wait that long. So, I thought I’d write a short one for now, and just share a poem I really like.
The weather is really great right now here in the Netherlands, which made me think of a famous poem by Emily Dickinson. I love this poem, it is a beautiful ode to the summer and the wonderful days that come with it.
A SOMETHING IN A SUMMER'S DAY BY EMILY DICKINSON A something in a summer's day, As slow her flambeaux burn away, Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon, — An azure depth, a wordless tune, 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, Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace Flutter too far for me. The wizard-fingers never rest, The purple brook within the breast Still chafes its narrow bed; Still rears the East her amber flag, Guides still the sun along the crag His caravan of red, Like flowers that heard the tale of dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their low brows; Or bees, that thought the summer's name Some rumor of delirium No summer could for them; Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred By tropic hint, — some travelled bird Imported to the wood; Or wind's bright signal to the ear, Making that homely and severe, Contented, known, before The heaven unexpected came, To lives that thought their worshipping A too presumptuous psalm.