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June! Perfection!!

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

"What is so Rare as a Day in June?"

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, grasping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there ‘s never a leaf or a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,–

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)

This is a snippet from a much longer (and rather heavily religious) poem, taken from an interesting birders' site. And really I like best just the first two lines, celebrating the miracle which is June.

We've a full week of sunny weather forecast . . . it's warm, it's summer, I'm wearing my new white sandals today with white pants!! With fresh asparagus in my lunchtime salad!!

Member Comments About This Blog Post:
BRIGHTSPARK7 6/3/2011 1:01AM

    I DO love June. It's my birthday month and I celebrate each day, the whole month long. Thank you for this gorgeous poem, so alive with the images of June. It really captured some of the celebration I am feeling. Jubilant.

And after hearing more about the squirrely behavior in your attic, I appreciated your kindness even more.

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TRYINGHARD1948 6/2/2011 5:18AM

    The poetry of earth is never dead: ,,,,, Keats

As you enjoy your June sun, we too are enjoying the most beautiful, clear, sunshiny days now that it is Winter.

Loved the poem, thank you. You always lift my soul and give great pleasure.

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CARRAND 6/1/2011 8:23PM

    Lovely poem. I shared a bit of it with my group at work recently by email. They all know I'm a poetry nut.

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DSHONEYC 6/1/2011 2:49PM

    Wow, we must have been on the same June wave length today! June is bustin' out all over...and yes a 4 day weekend and 3 day workweek works for me!
Ciao, Bella

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_LINDA 6/1/2011 2:03PM

    As with Flowingwater, spring has far from sprung here, let alone summer. Can only dream! But a nice summer poem puts you in the mood! Thanks for sharing!

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KALIGIRL 6/1/2011 1:43PM

    Love the celebration of the season and particularly a sunny summer day.
emoticon for sharing!

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JOHAL52 6/1/2011 1:42PM

    I knew the first two lines of course but enjoyed reading more of it. Love the buttercup analogy :)

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PHEBESS 6/1/2011 12:16PM

    Beautiful!!! "Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune" - quite a concept!!!

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FLOWINGWATER 6/1/2011 10:14AM

    Great poem! Summer doesn't hit here until mid-July. It's still cool and grey out. But, I am having to dodge many more little critters on my bike. Yesterday, I dodged a squirrel and a kamikaze bird.

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE asparagus. Organic is SOO expensive - over $5 a pound, so it's a rare treat.

Enjoy! emoticon emoticon emoticon

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PENNYAN45 6/1/2011 8:54AM

"[In June], if ever, come perfect days."

And those are the days we are living right now!

I found another to add to your tribute to this month of June:

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"Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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NANCY- 6/1/2011 8:08AM

    What beauty is written... it amazing me that it was written with the spring of biting insects(which he chose to ignore).
It is all about perspective and you have a great one.
Keep Sparking!!!!

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