Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Apparently, in my imaginary landscapes, there has to be water!  Maybe that's where all the little froggies live?  Or maybe it's just to cut the heat in my imagination?


by William Cullen Bryant

A power is on the earth and in the air,
From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,
And shelters him in nooks of deepest shade,
From the hot steam and from the fiery glare.
Look forth upon the earth—her thousand plants
Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize
Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze;
The herd beside the shaded fountain pants;
For life is driven from all the landscape brown;
The bird hath sought his tree, the snake his den,
The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men
Drop by the sunstroke in the populous town:
As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent
Its deadly breath into the firmament.


Barb Sailor said...

Bryant certainly hit the nail on the head with this poem...we, who have all been held hostage inside this summer by the heat, can relate to the sentiment in this...your imaginary scene refreshes the soul.

hw (hallie) farber said...

It does look cool here in your imaginary landscape. Happy belated birthday to your Sweetie.

AutumnLeaves said...

Such fresh and exquisite colors. I like the way you imagine!

RH Carpenter said...

Barb, thanks! When we are suffering with this heat, we feel we are the only ones - but imagine this heat without air conditioning!!

Hallie, thanks - I'll pass on the birthday wishes :)

Thanks so much, Autumn!