Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Soul of SummerEdward Sapir
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Sinuous falls of the swallows and sudden turns,
Short flights, preoccupied, of the robin mothers—
This is the living summer, this is summer.
A faint-blue shadow veil hung before green,
A dry hush on the grass stalks, on the corn stalks—
Lazy dust-drift of the heavy summer.
Of waiting wings, still wings in passionate tremor.
This is the summer when torpor blossoms to storms
And throbbing wings burst out to the height of the wind.
Of light poured on the soft white of her neck;
I know the hair that flashed in the summer sun.
I know the summer whose laughter pierced my heart.