Summertimes should never die (audio)

◄ Summertimes should never die

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John F Keane

Sat 10th Nov 2018 19:43

Very elegant piece. I like the style of intimate address to another person, AndyN does that very well too. It also reminds me of this florid passage by Ray Bradbury:

“It was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night. And all of this, this breath-warmness and plum-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is chemistry which no clock winds could blow upon to change one hour or one second; this fine first cool white snow would never melt, but live a thousand summers.”

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Martin Elder

Sun 1st Jul 2018 20:30

Your poems are definitely all about the listening. beautifully read and written as always Andy.
Nice one

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