The Boys of Summer Distant Cries
Jones, Robert C & Watkins, William John
Robert C. Jones The Boys of Summer The boys of summer sprawl on the yard or on butterfly chairs at the corner of Warren and Market, taking their ease in the afternoon sun and smelling the...
...The boys of summer are bare-footed, shirtless...
...on all the minor crags that fall to their technique...
...They loll in the warmth of the sun...
...The philosopher Chuang Tzu has said: "You cannot speak of ice to an insect of summerthe creature of a season...
...They've si:en our pi tons rising overhead nailed in a ragged line toward the snow, up sheerfaced cliffs they stare toward with dread...
...Although they hold Ihe Drop of no account, they turn back far below the peaks we claim...
...I do not mock them just because they crawl the foothills planting flags on every peak and crying out "Excelsior...
...Robert C. Jones The Boys of Summer The boys of summer sprawl on the yard or on butterfly chairs at the corner of Warren and Market, taking their ease in the afternoon sun and smelling the smell of new grass...
...They play their guitars and they smoke their cigars...
...William John Watkins Distant Cries God grant the youthful lovers time to mount the cliffs that rise above them like a flame...
...Chuang Tzu, clothed in ice, shakes his head...
...Who can believe it was so long ago we clambered to those mountain tops sublime, and fell far further than the rest can climb...
Vol. 124 • July 1997 • No. 13
