Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine poet laureate.
Here are two poems for summer. Candice Stover of Mount Desert Island opens with a tender lyric about a moment that is, as she puts it, “suspended between sleep and waking.” In a second lyric, Jacob Fricke of Belfast takes up the same theme.
Briefly, Enough
By Candice Stover
this morning light trembled
through my lashes
as I drifted in and out
of sleep, cheek resting
on my love’s chest
I could follow every breath
a breeze passing over our bodies moved
like another breath, another
kind of breathing, until it seemed
we were drowsing on an open vessel
on a body of water we did not need to name
Summer
By Jacob Fricke (for Jennifer Hickey)
I touched the face of midnight once
though it was scarcely noon —
the breezes ghost-like in the grass
presented their perfume.
I fell on fields beneath the sky
and summer was my bed,
the heat and shade for counterpane,
the ground to cup my head.
Then — sweet, sweet, sweet my falling lid —
the skies began to close,
and blank before my sluggish eyes,
a world for my repose.
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