A few lines of poetry for our readers in the month of June, with no sign that the fresh young beauty of this month will fade...
In The Summer
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
by Nizar Qabbani (1923-1998), translated by B. Frangieh and C. Brown
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
by Emily Dickinson
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
by Gertrude Jekyll
Photography by Tom Quiggle
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