4 A. M. - To Hill.
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| July 2, 2015 |
Hear the chip-bird and robin very lively at dawn. From the Hill, the sun rising, I see a fine river fog wreathing the trees — elms and maples — by the shore. I mark the outlines of the elms and Salix Purshiarva, now so still and distinct, looking east. It is clear summer now.
The cocks crow hoarsely, ushering in the long-drawn thirsty summer day. The morning the spring of the day.
P. M. - To Flint's Pond and Smith's Hill.
An abundance of red lilies in the upland dry meadow, near Smith's Spring trough; low, from one to two feet high, upright-flowered, more or less dark shade of red, freckled and sometimes wrinkle-edged petals; must have been some days. This has come with the intense summer heats, a torrid July heat like a red sunset threatening torrid heat.
The spring now seems far behind, yet I do not remember the interval. I feel as if some broad invisible lethean gulf lay behind, between this and spring.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 2, 1854
It is clear summer now. ... The spring now seems far behind. ... See May 9, 1852 ("It is impossible to remember a week ago. A river of Lethe flows with many windings the year through, separating one season from another."); July 5, 1852 ("We have become accustomed to the summer. It has acquired a certain eternity"); Compare July 19, 1851 ("Yesterday it was spring, and to-morrow it will be autumn. Where is the summer then?"); August 13, 1854 ("I remember only with a pang the past spring and summer thus far.")
July 2. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 2
The spring now seems far behind, yet I do not remember the interval. I feel as if some broad invisible lethean gulf lay behind, between this and spring.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 2, 1854
It is clear summer now. ... The spring now seems far behind. ... See May 9, 1852 ("It is impossible to remember a week ago. A river of Lethe flows with many windings the year through, separating one season from another."); July 5, 1852 ("We have become accustomed to the summer. It has acquired a certain eternity"); Compare July 19, 1851 ("Yesterday it was spring, and to-morrow it will be autumn. Where is the summer then?"); August 13, 1854 ("I remember only with a pang the past spring and summer thus far.")
July 2. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 2
It is clear summer now. The cocks crow hoarsely, ushering in the long-drawn thirsty summer day. A day for cows. The morning the spring of the day. A few bullfrogs trump.
The cocks crow hoarsely
ushering in the long-drawn
thirsty summer day . . .
The spring of the day
yet I do not remember
the spring far behind.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, It is clear summer now.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024
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