Elizabeth Bishop – July 20, Iyengar I

Even though it has been hot, I am trying to remember to appreciate Summer. I’ll miss the heat soon enough.

Song

Summer is over upon the sea.

The pleasure yacht, the social being,

that danced on the endless polished floor,

stepped and side-stepped like Fred Astaire,

is gone, is gone, docked somewhere ashore.

The friends have left, the sea is bare

that was strewn with floating, fresh green weeds.

Only the rusty-sided freighters

go past the moon's marketless craters

and the stars are the only ships of pleasure.