Saturday in CinCity
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
please note: photo by Amy Frazier
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
please note: photo by Amy Frazier
I love this piece. Long summer days always seem to catch me by surprise.
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ReplyDeleteI have never been able to go to bed when it's still daylight. I miss it so much in winter that I can't waste a bit of it in summer.
ReplyDeleteWas quite surprised and pleased to see this poem by Stevenson, which I'd never come across... a pleasure. This caught my eye because I just finished reading Stevenson's Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes... a marvellous tale of a voyage in south central France, accompanied by an ass named Modestine... if you can find it, it's a wonderful read, short and sweet !
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