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    A Poem called “Answer July” by Emily Dickinson

    Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?

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    A Poem called “Answer July” by Emily Dickinson

    Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

    Answer July

    Answer July -
    Where is the Bee -
    Where is the Blush -
    Where is the Hay?

    Ah, said July -
    Where is the Seed -
    Where is the Bud -
    Where is the May -
    Answer Thee – Me -

    Nay – said the May -
    Show me the Snow -
    Show me the Bells -
    Show me the Jay!

    Quibbled the Jay -
    Where be the Maize -
    Where be the Haze -
    Where be the Bur?
    Here – said the Year -

    Emily Dickinson

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    Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?

    Wednesday, June 21st, 2006

    Today’s the first day of summer. In honor of the day, here’s one of the best known poems in the English language that refers to the summer. It’s Shakespeare’s Sonnet #18.

    Sonnet 18

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
    And every fair from fair sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    Hope you enjoy reading this classic poem and that you have a nice summer!

    Lisa

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