Below – Alain Amar: “Walking on the sea a white september morning”
Art for September – Erik Werenskiold: “September”
Musings in September: Dominic Riccitello
“I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.”
Below – Justine Formentelli: “The Substance of Time – Innerscape series”
Art for September – Nini Yurei Ferrara: “Thunderstorm in September”
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,
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.
Below – Robert Sim: “Field at Night”
Art for September – Helen McNicoll: “Sunny September”
This Date in Art History: Born 1 September 1884 – Hilda Rix Nicholas, an Australian painter.
Below – “The Summer House.”
“September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. “
Below – Paolo Mascolini: “Venus’s regret” (photograph)
A Poem for September
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
Below- Stefanie Schneide: “I’m frozen in my Memory of Love that once was” (photograph)
Below – “Outside Havana”; “NY Central Park”; “Alone in Mexico”;“Kyoto.”
Musings in September: Henry Rollins
“We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.”
Below – Shandor Alexander: “September sunflower”
Art for September – Tore Hogstvedt: “September Light, Lake Laksjo”
A Poem for September
“The Eighth of September”
by Pablo Neruda
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.
This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth’s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.
A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.
Below – Srdjan Jevtic: “Lovers” (photograph)
Welcome, Wonderful September
Below – Edmund Blair Leighton: “September”