Welcoming September 2017

Greeting September

In the words of one writer, “September” (from Latin ‘septem’, “seven”) was originally the seventh of ten months on the oldest known Roman calendar, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the year until perhaps as late as 153 BC. After the calendar reform that added January and February to the beginning of the year, September became the ninth month, but retained its name. It had 29 days until the Julian reform, which added a day.”

Below- “September,” from “Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry” (1412-1416)


Musings in September: Helen Hunt Jackson

“By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With summer’s best of weather

And autumn’s best of cheer.”

 

Below – Vladimir Yashkin: “Sunny Day on Derzha River in Autumn”

Art for September: Leonard Afremov: “September”


A Poem for September

“September, 1918”
By Amy Lowell

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park,
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.
Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.


Music for September: Fanny Mendelssohn – “September: At the River” – from “Das Jahr”


Art for September: Erik Werenskiold: “September”


Musings in September: Robert Finch

“But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.”


A Second Poem for September

“September”
By John Updike

The breezes taste

Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And Mother cuts

Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

Below – William Beaupre: “Morning Haze”

Art for September: Sally Rosenbaum: “September Garden”

A Song for September: Willie Nelson – “September Song”

Art for September: Debbie Lewis: “Colorado in September”


Musings in September: Edward Dowden

“Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.”

Art for September: Arthur Lismer: “September Gale, Georgia Bay”

A Third Poem for Today

“Try to Remember”
By Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh
so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow
follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow
follow.


Art for September: Paul Emile Chabas: “September Morn”

Musings in September: Theodore Roethke

“I have come to a still, but not a deep center,

A point outside the glittering current;

My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,

At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,

My mind moves in more than one place,

In a country half-land, half-water.

 

I am renewed by death, thought of my death,

The dry scent of a dying garden in September,

The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.

What I love is near at hand,

Always, in earth and air.”

Art for September: Igor Grabar: “September Snow”

Musings in September: Alexander Theroux

“September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.”
Below – Edvard Munch: “Melancholy”

 

A Fourth Poem for September

“September Midnight”
By Sara Teasdale

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.

A Song for September: James Taylor – “September Grass”


Art for September: Ken Bushe: “September”


A Fifth Poem for September

“September”
By Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways,
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember,
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
Atoning in its splendor for the flight
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September.


Art for September: Julia Lesnichy: “The Blue Ridge Mountains in September”


Musings in September: Vita Sackville-West

“It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears.  It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst of early summer and suggesting that we must now start looking forward to autumn.  Not that I have any objection to autumn as a season, full of its own beauty; but I just cannot bear to see another summer go, and I recoil from what the first hint of autumn means.”

Below – Susan Garrington: “Wild Flox”


Art for September: Edmund Blair Leighton: “September”

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