Academic journal article The Hudson Review

Dog Days

Academic journal article The Hudson Review

Dog Days

Article excerpt

The dog days are the last hot days of summer which precede the autumnal mists and mellow fruitfulness.

I've been walking the dogs through the damps and die fogs and I love you,

I love you I cry to the sky and the shuttering sun.

I've been spending my days counting all of the ways that I love you,

And the sum of the ways that I counted amounted to one.

It's die way that's the best and it covers the rest and I love you,

I love you forever since weather began to unwind,

Since the sauropod plod through the memory of God, still I love you

Till die last lazy star fizzles out and the cosmos is blind.

You're a child of the light, you're a ghost in die night and I love you,

I love you: I whisper it low to the loitering leaves.

You're as flash as die flight of a meteorite and I love you.

You're die cream of the milk, you're as subde and silky as Jeeves.

You're as pale as a bone and as true as alone and I love you,

I love you: I sing to die crystalline ring round the moon.

You're as black as the tone of die membranophone and I love you.

You're as luscious as honeydew sucked from a runcible spoon.

You're as soft as die rose, you're as solemn as prose and I love you,

I love you I shout it aloud to the teetering trees. …

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