Summer, be Seen no More

Summer, be Seen no More

The poem expresses a deep yearning for the absence of the warmer seasons, invoking a desire for winter's harshness to dominate the landscape. The speaker rejects the vibrancy and life associated with summer, autumn, and spring, associating them with painful memories and desires. Instead, they call for winter's cold and desolation, seeking solace in its bleakness. The imagery emphasizes a longing for a stark, unyielding environment that contrasts sharply with the emotional turmoil evoked by the other seasons. The speaker's plea for winter reflects a complex relationship with nature, where the harshness of winter is preferred over the reminders of lost joy and unfulfilled longing that the other seasons bring. The poem culminates in a stark farewell to the warmth and beauty of the natural world, embracing instead the solitude and silence of winter's embrace.

By Edna St. Vincent Millay · First published 1941 · Genre: Poetry, Nature Writing, Romanticism · 142 words

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Summer, be seen no more within this wood; Nor you, red Autumn, down its paths appear; Let no more the false mitrewort intrude

Nor the dwarf cornel nor the gentian here; You too be absent, unavailing Spring, Nor let those thrushes that with pain conspire

From out this wood their wild arpeggios fling, Shaking the nerves with memory and desire. Only that season which is no man's friend, You, surly Winter, in this wood be found; Freeze up the year; with sleet these branches bend

Though rasps the locust in the fields around. Now darken, sky! Now shrieking blizzard, blow! -

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Poetry · Nature · Love · Loss · Mortality · Beauty · Fleeting Life · Seasonal Change · Summer · Melancholy · Longing · Nostalgia

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