I work even in the middle of the day, in the full…

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die

— Matsuo Basho

Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive,…

— John Berger

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

— Yukio Mishima

In White Summer, Joelle Biele exhibits a Roethke-like affinity with nature and natures creatures. At times a miniaturist, Biele constructs exquisite addresses to a…

— Elizabeth Spires

Mama used to tell us a story about a cicada sitting high in a tree. It chirps and drinks in dew, oblivious to the…

— Lisa See

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest…

— Robert Hunter

“Nobody was speaking. Only the cicadas continued their whine, indifferent to human tragedies.”

— Jean-Claude Izzo

Don't buy society's definition of success. Because it's not working for anyone. It's not working for women, it's not working for men, it's not…

— Arianna Huffington

“But now I wanted nothing more than to be the girl so free that fireflies shined as her night-lights, cicadas sang her symphonies, and…

— Meagan Church

“The cicadas, as if they were wired on the same circuit, suddenly filled the garden with a loud burst of celebration.”

— Peter Carey

The heat is searing and superb. The paddocks surrounding the town are bleached blond. The distant ring-barked gums, mile after mile, wriggle in the…

— Hal Porter

I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas…

— Haruki Murakami

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

— Matsuo Basho

I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over…

— Jessi Kirby

“The cicadas were singing a song. It was a one-noted, one-worded; The words sounded like "please". They were singing and singing and singing and…

— Karen Foxlee