Poems for a summer day:
(my favourite poet)
A something In a summer's day
Summer shower
Further In summer than the birds
As sleigh bells seem In summer
It can't be "Summer"!
Summer for thee, grant I maybe
It will be Summer - eventually
I taste a liquor never brewed (the best poem ever)
The one who could repeat the summer day
What shall I do when the summer troubles
Ourselves were wed one summer - dear
So much summer
I know a place were summer strives
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
There came a day at summer's full
Her final summer was it
Twice had summer her fair verdure
The trees like tassel - hit and swung by
The Human Seasons
On the grasshopper and cricket
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day
Over hill, over dale - from A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
Daffodils (not about summer, but gives me summer vibes)
The Solitary Reaper (again, not about summer, but gives me summer vibes)
Summer Night (not about summer, but brilliant poem)
100 Love Sonnets
Poem XVI
Poem LI
Poem XCII
L’invitation au voyage
(these poems are grouped in amalgamation not because they are in anyway less relevant than the others above, the poems below have not been read by me or had been read long ago.)
Moonlight, Summer Moonlight by Emily Jane Brontë
June by John Updike
Love Song, 31st July by Richard Osmond
Apples by Laurie Lee
Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll
Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott
A Green Thought by Katharine Towers
Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
When we got to the beach by Hollie McNish
Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
Before Summer Rain by Rainer Maria Rilke
Morningside Heights, July by William Matthews
Miracles by Walt Whitman
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer night, riverside by Sara Teasdale
The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
In Summer by Paul Laurence Dunbar
For once, then, something by Robert Frost
Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers
A boy and his dad by Edgar Guest
Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus
Bath by Amy Lowell
Summer Morn in New Hampshire by Claude McKay
In the Mountains on a Summer day by Li Bai (personal favourite)
Backyard by Carl Sandburg
Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
If you get there Before I do by Dick Allen
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins
Indian Summer by Dorothy Parker
Fragment 31 (Jealousy) by Sappho (brilliant poem)
Constantinople by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Green by Paul Verlaine
From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, quatrain IX
To Natasha by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
[These poems have an aspect of summer and definitely, most of them have addressed deeper issues through the appearance of a beautiful imagery of summer. This has been created from my own reading experience, google websites and recommendations from friends and professors. If you want me to add anything more, leave an ask or comment. Enjoy these beautiful poems and no hate please.]
On today’s episode of listening to astral projection music after midnight and feeling like I’m literally going to claw out of my skin with intense emotion, I am literally home alone in a foreign country and have to be awake in 4 and a half hours and the song is Malibu 1992 by coin <3 someone please help me I am in the grip of demonic forces
Listening to Suzanne by Leonard Cohen repeatedly and I am sick I am SICK, she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from china and the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor.. unwell quaking astral projecting screaming into this void etc.
Today on doomed romance, we agreed that we care about each other but that it’s best we go our separate ways for now, I will not recover from this
I fled all of the way across the sea
But there is never an escape for me
I live in paradise, no grades, no stress
Yet here I am again, always regress
When all the monsters are inside your head
An angsty teen still anxious in her bed
But I am 20, not 13, and still
I’m still trapped and depressed, please God, when will
My mental anguish end, is there no hope
Or joy for me I can sustain? Just cope
And love the Lord and lose my mind
Searching in vain for that which I can’t find
Sick to my stomach, missing all I had
Though knowing this is better, I feel bad,
No, dreadful, selfish, worthless, stupid, fake
Embarrassed, paralyzed by each mistake
I couldn’t ask for more, it’s not enough
There’s no place on this earth that’s up to snuff
I am a traveler, stranger in this land
Not Italy, but earth itself, I stand
In fear of God, oh Jesus come, your hand
Be in my life, and may this life be grand
A stupid ending to a stupid poem
My old self-loathing just wants to go home
My depression is slowly being replaced with anxiety, my nihilism with fear of losing it all, I experienced a brief moment of absolutely buckwild animal fear today when my philosophy professor mentioned the word evil, and I remembered that in fact I am evil and everyone else is too, I had to turn my brain off to concentrate again
Oh look its just me and my grief and my jealousy and my bitterness and my fruitless wishes to be better again <3
Listen guys I love the raven cycle I am such a fan I have spent many hours reading and contemplating this book and being in love with every character but I gotta say my favorite quote and the one that sticks out to me the most is. In the dream thieves between Maura and Mr. Gray of all people, when he pulls the 10 of swords and they say, “you’re going to have to be brave” “I’m always brave” “braver than that” I think about those words every gotdan day and they actually motivate me so much anyway all this is to say that today I am going on my first run since freshman year of high school! 6 years! I will report what Emotion I am feeling at the end ✨
Am I being unhinged? Mishinged even? Only time and the memory of a version of me that no longer exists could tell you
Tonight’s self-sabotage in the form of staying up way too late is soundtracked by everybody wants to rule the world which I am absolutely losing my mind to, the melody is so -/({#%£?{#£}~!}]€£%{, that is to say an incompressible yummy heartbreaking work of genius, how can it be so happy and so sad at once? Why do I feel so emotional about this? Screee
22, she/her, I love words and also lots of other things and want to express my love for them unrecognized by others
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