The heart of summer

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“The morning is full of storm

in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of good-bye,

the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind

beating above our loving silence.

Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees

like a language full of wars and songs.

(…)

Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,

assailed in the door of the summer’s wind.”

from Pablo Neruda, “The Morning Is Full” in Twenty Love Poems And A Song of Despair  (beautiful translation by W.S. Merwin)

Have a magnanimous, magical summer! Have a book.

 

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