A Summery Poem for a Cold Day

It’s January in Minnesota, and there’s no snow, but it got cold and windy today. Seems like a nice chilly night for a summery poem by Mark Twain.

Well, it’s not really about summer, but that’s perfectly fine. Even better, I think Twain would like that I’m reading this particular poem of his on a cold winter night, over 100 years after his death. (Reminds me of his comment about visiting Duluth, MN:  “The coldest winter I ever spent was the summer I spent in Duluth.”) But the poem:

Warm Summer Sun

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

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One Response to A Summery Poem for a Cold Day

  1. I’ve posted that poem on my blog, too. It’s a poem Twain wrote at the death of his daughter, an epitaph for her grave – simple, yet beautiful.

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