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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields…

“Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon…” quote by Sara Teasdale
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“Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.”

Sara Teasdale

About This Quote

This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.

The poem paints a summer evening where silence is broken by subtle, persistent natural sounds, evoking melancholy and endurance.

In simple terms: Summer night sounds persist despite silence.

Key Takeaway

Notice subtle life around you.

Themes

nature melancholy perseverance

Mood

contemplative melancholic

Type

poetic descriptive

When to use this quote

  • evening walks
  • reading poetry
  • meditation
  • gardening

Key Concepts

imagery personification

Questions to Reflect On

  • What small sounds bring you peace?
  • How does nature reflect inner feelings?
A Different Perspective

Quiet moments may feel empty without attention.

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