I recently realized that many of the videos I have taken have been taken with the intent to record the sound rather than the action. Outside the kitchen door, the night time sounds at the end of summer are nearly deafening…but in a heart warming way. This is one of the sounds that is so deeply connected with a season and with childhood that it can conjure up deep emotions and contentment for me when I listen. I wonder just how many crickets, cicadas, grasshoppers, and katydids are out there conversing. Now that it is September, and getting cooler, this song is fading and the windows are closed at night…a sure sign that autumn is near. With the volume all the way up I will be able to pretend I am still standing outside in the late summer…
Emily Dickinson - The Crickets Sang
The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.
The low Grass loaded with the Dew
The Twilight stood, as Strangers do
With Hat in Hand, polite and new
To stay as if, or go.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
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Ohhhhhhliag. Ahhhh. Now that. That was breakfast for my soul. Reading Emily, listening to summer's rasp, oh man!
How did you get to be so cool? Watching him (read the paper?) under that piercing light, alone in the dark, a cozy room, hair toplit, the sense of being outside, looking in. Are you one with the crickets and cicadas? Or are you one with him in there? It presents the vastness in its mystery and how we are really alone, essentially.
And my James Taylor song has vast in it too!
We definitely need to talk . . .
one of the many things i love about summer....the background noise :)
What a wonderful summer sounds on your video! Truly lovely...and also Miss Dickinson's poem!
Oooo...can't begin to say how much I loved this! I miss the sounds of cricket on a summer's night... Don't have them where I am. With your capture of cricket song with Emily's words I'm off in a dreamland...*sigh*... Happy Weekend, and thank you for the get-well wishes :o) ((HUGS))
This is perfection. Exactly, wonderfully, beautifully perfect. I could listen for hours.
One thing that struck me - as September moves in, you are closing your windows. We are only just now able to turn off the air and open them. I love reading about and somehow feeling those differences.
Oh, yeah. I need to explain voedoedeeohdoe. Did you ever watch Laverne and Shirley? Remember? Laverne always said she didn't want to die without ever having "voedoedeeohdoe". I thought that was much more appropriate to write on my blog that - you know - ...
I find that night songs soothe my soul like no others. Your crickets sound a little shriller than ours in Alabama. Here, it always seems they get louder the hotter and dryer it is. I think they are saying that they are thirsty.
Blogger is the devil.
I've tried to post several different comments here unsuccessfully and ended up having to go out and come back in again.
Maybe it will work this time . . .
I just wanted to say that this is beautiful. That's all!
Blogger, why do you make it so darn difficult?
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