Sunday Poetry: Her Worried Summer Look

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here.

Mother, Summer, I by Philip Larkin, linked here to The Writer’s Almanac online, is a “different” look at summer’s end.  I’ve posted it this morning after a magnificent set of thunderstorms rolled in across Chautauqua Lake last night and kept everyone but the most exhausted members of this vibrant community awake in wonder.

Do you, like Larkin, await a time “less bold, less rich, less clear?”  For the same reasons?  This is a wonderful poem to take with us this next week as August rolls to a close, to wonder and worry over and to set us thinking about the seasons we find most troubling or most endearing.

Remember there are no quizzes here, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share.  No dissecting allowed.  Just come along for the “read,” and enjoy the experience.    What line or word or thought will you carry along with you this week?  And if you’d like to tell us where the poem took you?  We’ll listen.


  1. Linda P. on September 2, 2011 at 9:16 pm

    Hi Emilie, It’s been a while since I’ve read your blog, as I’ve been caring for my precious little boy dog, Sunny Boy. This poem did bring me to a close, but I only just read it. We lost our little guy last Monday, on the 29th. He, too, was afraid of the storms, however, I didn’t know that would be when we named him “Sunshine on a Cloudy Day”. He was always a joy even on the worst of days when we could do only the kindest thing possible.
    I’ve missed being here also.

    • Emilie Richards on September 2, 2011 at 9:33 pm

      I’m so sorry, Linda. That’s always so hard.

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