Below – Lauritz Anderson Ring: “In the Month of June”
Musings in June: Bernard Williams
“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.”
Below – Nikolai Astrup: “June Night in the Garden”
Art for June – Helen Knaggs: “June maple”
A Poem for June
by Richard Wilbur
Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window.You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.
Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin’s fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.
And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.
Below – Yana Golikova: “Pear”
Art for June – Jan-Thomas Olund: “road in early June”
Musings in June: Henry David Thoreau
“It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, father from heaven these days.”
Art for June – Carolyn Miller: “June Border”
“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”
A Poem for June
“Dusk in June”
by Sara Teasdale
Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,–
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.
Musings in June; Pablo Neruda
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
Below – Thomas Dewing: “The White Birch”
Art for June – David Aston: “Muse No. 10 (Homage to Leighton)”
Musings in June: Gertrude Jekyll
“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.”
Below – Anne Hamilton: “Spring Garden I”
Art for June – Nelly van Nieuwenhuijzen: “Saltings, the Dutch coast (June)”
by Louis MacNeice
The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled
Mays and chestnuts
Or between beeches verdurous and voluptuous
Or where broom and gorse beflagged the chalkland–
All the flare and gusto of the unenduring
Joys of a season
Now returned but I note as more appropriate
To the maturer mood impending thunder
With an indigo sky and the garden hushed except for
The treetops moving.
Then the curtains in my room blow suddenly inward,
The shrubbery rustles, birds fly heavily homeward,
The white flowers fade to nothing on the trees and rain comes
Down like a dropscene.
Now there comes catharsis, the cleansing downpour
Breaking the blossoms of our overdated fancies
Our old sentimentality and whimsicality
Loves of the morning.
Blackness at half-past eight, the night’s precursor,
Clouds like falling masonry and lightning’s lavish
Annunciation, the sword of the mad archangel
Flashed from the scabbard.
If only you would come and dare the crystal
Rampart of the rain and the bottomless moat of thunder,
If only now you would come I should be happy
Now if now only.
Below – Elena Genkin: “Thunderstorm”
Welcome, Wonderful June
Below – Simon Jones: “June Poppy Meadow”