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I’m not entitled to a summer? The Sopranos s4e2: No Show, Meadow rises at 2 p.m., HBO 2002
It’s going to be a scorcher today. Do the Right Thing 1989 starring Spike Lee & Ossie Davis & Danny Aiello & Ruby Dee & Steve Park & Bill Nunn & Richard Edson & Giancarlo Esposito & John Turturro & Samuel L Jackson & Rosie Perezet al, director Spike Lee, da Mayor
I’d hang around cafés, drinking coffee, exploring Margate’s golden mile: the clock-towers, the caffs, the bars, Pelosi’s, the Bali Hai, lunchtime discos, drinking cider, laying out on the beach. The summer was amazing. Nothing to do but dream. Tracey Emin, cited Alan Yentob, Imagine … Tracey Emin: Where Do You Draw the Line? BBC 2018
It’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine ... it’s summertime! Kenny Chesney
This is the voice of high midsummer’s heat.
The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills
O’er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills,
As if a host of giant cicadae beat
The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet,
Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note
From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote
The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet. C G D Roberts, The Mowing
O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, ally the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Beneath our oaks hast slept while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. William Blake, Poetical Sketches: To Summer
Summer time, an’ the livin’ is easy,
Fish are jumpin’, an’ the cotton is high.
Oh, yo’ daddy’s rich an’ yo’ ma is good-lookin’,
So hush, little baby, don’t yo’ cry. Gershwin & Heyward, Porgy & Bess
Aaah, summer – that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It’s a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends. Darell Hammond
Summer has set in with its usual severity. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As when, upon a tranced summer-night,
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. John Keats, Hyperion: A Fragment
O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer’s joys are spoilt by use. John Keats, Fancy, 1820
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. John Keats, Bright Star
Why should proud summer boast
Before the birds have any cause to sing? William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost I i 102-103.
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet III i 4, Benvolio to others
Why, this is very midsummer madness. William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night III iv 54, Olivia
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 5
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 … William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
Made one long bathing of a summer’s day. William Wordsworth, The Prelude, 1850
And again, observe ye the days of summer how the sun is above the earth over against it. And you seek shade and shelter by reason of the heat of the sun, and the earth also burns with growing heat, and so you cannot tread on the earth, or on a rock by reason of its heat. Enoch 1:4
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
It had been a golden afternoon. And I remember having the familiar conviction that life was beginning over again like the summer. The Great Gatsby 1974 starring & Robert Redford & Mia Farrow & Bruce Dern & Sam Waterston & Karen Black & Scott Wilson & Lois Chiles & Edward Herrmann & Howard da Silva & Kathryn Leigh Scott & Regina Baff et al, director Jack Clayton
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. Edna St Vincent Millay
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
It will not always be summer; build barns. Hesiod
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. James Dent
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day. Robert Louis Stevenson
Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne. Barry Cornwall
I play out my role
Why I’ve even been out walking
They tell me that it helps
But I know when I’m beaten.
All those lonely films
And all those lonely parties
But now the feeling is off-screen
An’ the tears for real not acted, any more.
I’m all mixed up inside
I want to run but I can’t hide
And however much we try
We can’t escape the truth and the fact is.
Don’t matter what I do
It don’t matter what I do
Don’t matter what I do
Don’t matter what I do
Don’t matter what I do
’Cause I end up hurting you.
One more covered sigh
And one more glance you know means goodbye
Can’t you see that’s why
We’re dashing ourselves on the rocks of a lifetime
(In my mind different voices call)
What once was pleasure now’s pain for us all
(In my heart only shadows fall)
I once stood proud now I feel so small
(I don’t know whether to laugh or cry)
The long hot summer just passed me by. The Style Council, Long Hot Summer
Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Song of Hiawatha
One swallow does not make a summer. Aristotle, Nichomachean Ethics