THE ARRIVAL OF SUMMER

IN THE WITHERING SPRING BLOSSOMS,

IN THE SILENTLY CREEPING HEAT,

YOU FEEL THE SUNS’ BURNING FINGERS

ABOUT THE THROAT



THE WIND AND ITS’ ENTIRE FLEET,

BOWS BEFORE THE SUN LORD;

AND IN THE TRENCHES OF THE FIRE-SAND,

TRUDGING ALONG IS THE ONLY WAY OUT





HE WHO STANDS HIGH AND TALL,

IS MERCILESSLY WHIPPED WITH

RODS OF THE SUN- INTENSE AND HARSH,

TILL THE MOUNTS’ BACK ACHES

AND HE

LONGS FOR THE BELLY OF THE SEA.





AND THEN THE NIGHT CASCADES,

ALL HARSHNESS OF THE SUN FADES,

BEING SOOTHENED AND CARESSED

BY THE CALM, GENTLE WIND

IS THE ONLY THOUGHT IN THE WORLD.

THE HORRORS OF SUMMER WILL BE HERE,

RELIVED AGAIN AND AGAIN,

BECAUSE NOW SUMMER IS BACK AGAIN.