Christina Rossetti's "Summer Is Ended"

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🗓️ 13 September 2019

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Today's poem is another summer poem, Christina Rossetti's "Summer Is Ended." Remember if you like the pod, we could use your help. Rate and review wherever you get podcasts.

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Summer Is Ended - by Christina Rossetti

To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose,

Scentless, colourless, this!

Will it ever be thus (who knows?)

Thus with our bliss,

If we wait till the close?

Though we care not to wait for the end, there comes the end

Sooner, later, at last,

Which nothing can mar, nothing mend:

An end locked fast,

Bent we cannot re-bend.

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0:00.0	Welcome back to The Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network.
0:07.7	I'm David Kern. Today's poem is by Christina Rosetti, the English poet who lived from 1830 to 1894.
0:15.8	You've heard a poem or two of hers on the podcast over the last year or so.
0:22.8	She wrote, for example, in the bleak midwinter,
0:24.5	which of course was later set to music,
0:27.8	and she is famous for her poem, Gobble in the Market,
0:32.2	which is long, but sometime maybe I will read on the podcast.
0:36.1	The poem that I'm going to read today is the aptly title,
0:37.4	at least for our time of the year.
0:39.1	Summer is ended.
0:40.2	It's not very long.
0:41.4	It goes like this.
0:48.4	To think that this meaningless thing was ever arose,
0:51.8	scentless, colorless,
0:53.8	this, will it ever be thus? scentless, colorless. This.
0:56.6	Will it ever be thus?
0:59.3	Who knows?
1:01.5	Thus with our bliss,
1:03.7	if we wait till the close?
1:08.0	Though we care not to wait for the end,
1:12.2	there comes the end sooner, later.
1:17.4	At last, which nothing can mar, nothing mend.
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