JUNE is the month of the summer solstice. The Anglo Saxons called it the "dry month". Everything grows lush and rich and ripens in the days ahead. The grapes begin to hang from vines, and cats languish across fences in the afternoon sun........
(Quotes are from BACCHANALIA by Matthew Arnold 1822-1888)
The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill
Deserted is the half-mown plain,
Silent the swathes! the ringing wain,
The mower's cry, the dogs alarms,
all housed within the sleeping farms!
The business of the day is done. The last -left haymaker is gone.
And from the thyme upon the height,
And from the elder-blossom white
And pale dog-roses in the hedge,
And from the mint plant in the sedge,
In puffs of balm the night air blows the perfume which the day fore-goes.
And on the pure horizon far,
Saee, pulsing with the first born star,
The liquid sky above the hill!
The evening comes.
The fields are still.........
Excerpts from Bacchanalia by Matthew Arnold. Poem is said to use images of nature to represent how the world should always be viewed. Beautiful and transcendent.
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