The Guest House
"Midsummer hush: warm light, inert windless air
Smoothing for sundown. We linger at table, sip wine,
Idly talking, the casual things of the day's dimension,
Our thought settling toward dusk."
William Everson 1980
Deja View Farm
"Every year a larger number of pleasure seekers, who have grown tired of the bustling cities by the sea, endeavour to get out of the beaten track of holiday making, and to discover some quiet spot where they may really rest awhile."
Richard Jefferies, 1877
First View
"The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings."
Joyce Kilmer 1914
South Field
"The calm wind blows
Lightly, softly,
And moves the ship
Of my mind.
I am so contented.
It seems to me
Heaven has given me
Too many blessings.
And the drone puts me to sleep
Deep in the shade."
Anonymous Spanish poem
Our Pond
"And in the half of a minute the hill, that dark pagan, with mists at his head, will speak with a voice, and the words will be wisdom. For manifestly the hill has something in thought that requires to be said. Have we ever been to French eddy? Why surely. But send no scarlet leaf from that place to us, until we may go again."
Ben Hur Lampman 1965
