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Monday, January 22, 2018

High Summer and "Noon"


Rural voices all are mute,
Tuneless lie the pipe and flute:


Shepherds, with their panting sheep,
In the swaliest corner creep;
And from the tormenting heat
All are wishing to retreat,


Huddled up in grass and flowers,
Mowers wait for cooler hours;


And the cow-boy seeks the sedge,
Ramping in the woodland hedge,
While his cattle o're the vales
Scamper with uplifted tales


Therefore leave the shadeless goss,
Seek the springhead lined with moss...
Twill hot noon the more revive;
While I wander to contrive


For myself a place as good,
In the middle of a wood:

From "NOON" by John Clare 1793-1864.


Front gate

A scorching week in the 30C plus temps.
Dinnerset "Audun" by Villeroy & Boch

2 comments:

  1. Oh wow, John Clare is one of my favourite poets. Beautifully evocative of the countryside and lovely pastoral dinner set and figurines. Not quite so hot over here in Blighty! ;) Quite mild in the South-West, mind, but a lot of rain over the last few days.

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