Tuesday, June 24, 2014

DAY 46 - COUNTING DOWN TO THE 50TH


Good Morning, Class of '64
Summer Garden - Abbott Fuller Graves
from In Summer
 

Paul Laurence Dunbar
 
Oh, summer has clothed the earth 
In a cloak from the loom of the sun! 
And a mantle, too, of the skies’ soft blue, 
And a belt where the rivers run.

Grandmother's Doorway - Abbott Fuller Graves
Idyll
 

Siegfried Sassoon

In the grey summer garden
I shall find you 
With day-break and the morning 
hills behind you. 
 There will be rain-wet roses; 
stir of wings; 
And down the wood a thrush 
that wakes and sings. 
 Not from the past you’ll come, 
but from that deep 
Where beauty murmurs to 
the soul asleep: 
And I shall know the sense 
of life re-born 
 From dreams into the 
mystery of morn 
Where gloom and 
brightness meet. 
And standing there 
Till that calm song is done, 
at last we’ll share 
The league-spread, quiring 
symphonies that are 
 Joy in the world, and peace, 
and dawn’s one star.

An Afternoon Siesta - Jos Pauwels
61. Manhattan Spiritual - Reg Owen (10) 1959
62. Raunchy - Billy Vaughn (10) 1957
63. Shish Kebab - Ralph Materie (10) 1957
64. Charmaine - Mantovani (10) 1951
65. Blue Tango - Les Baxter (10) 1952
66. Jingle Bells - Les Paul (10) 1951
67. Three Penny Opera - Richard Hayman (11) 1956
68. Soft Summer Breeze - Eddie Heywood (11) 1956
69. Harbor Lights - Ken Griffin (11) 1950
70. Around The World - Mantovani (12) 1957
71. When the White Lilacs Bloom Again - Helmut   Zacharias (12) 1956
72. The Syncopated Clock - Leroy Anderson (12) 1951
73. Josephine - Les Paul (12) 1951
74. Doodletown Fifers - Sauter Finegan (12) 1952
75. La Vie En rose - Paul Weston (12) 1950
76. Around The World - Victor Young (13) 1957
77. Johnson Rag - Jimmy Dorsey (13) 1950
78. The Hot Canary - Florian Zabach (13) 1951
79. Bongo Rock - Preston Epps (14) 1959
80. Man With the Golden Arm - Richard Maltby (14) 1956


Summer - John Atkinson Grimshaw
At Dawn 
 
Mary C. Shaw
 
I slipped into the garden
Almost before 'twas light,
As the lazy sun arose
I glimpsed a charming sight...
Red Poppy flung her cap aside,
Shook out her silken skirt;
The way she danced with a young breeze
Told me she was a flirt!
 
 
Soft Summer Breeze - #68
Eddie Heywood was a jazz pianist.
He composed and recorded
Soft Summer Breeze.
He has a "Star" at 1709 Vine Street
on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Heywood
Eddie Heywood - 1956

June Light
  Richard Wilbur
 
Your voice, with clear 

location of June days, 
Called me outside the window. 
You were there, 
Light yet composed,
 as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer 
all things raise 
Plainly their seeming 
into seamless air. 
Then your love looked as 
simple and entire 
 As that picked pear 
you tossed me, 
and your face 
As legible as pearskin’s 
fleck and trace, 
Which promise always wine, 
by mottled fire 
More fatal fleshed than 
ever human grace. 
And your gay gift—Oh when I saw 
it fall Into my hands, 
through all that na├»ve light, 
It seemed as blessed with 
truth and new delight 
As must have been the 
first great gift of all.

Breakfast in the Garden - Jos Pauwels
Dew-Drops
 
Mildred L. Elliott
 
Our garden in the morning
Is a display of precious gems;
One can see the Roses holding
Shining crystals, jewels hidden
By the fleeing night
Between
Red folds of velvet.
 
 
When the White Lilacs Bloom Again - #71
Helmut Zacharias was a German violinist and 
composer who created over 400 works and 
sold 14 million records.
He was considered to be one of the best 
jazz violinists of Europe and was dubbed 
"The Magic Violinist" and "Germany's Mr. Violin".
In 1956 he achieved his greatest success 
in the United States with the release of 
"When the White Lilacs Bloom Again" 
 which reached number 12 on the 
Billboard Hot 100.
 
Girl With Lilacs - Unknown
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? 
(Sonnet 18)
 
William Shakespeare
 
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 
Pears and Plums in the Garden - Jos Pauwels
Miracles
 
Walt Whitman, 1819 - 1892
 
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs
of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along
the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of
the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of
the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves— 
the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
 
 
 
Bongo Rock - #79
A rock and roll instrumental written and 
recorded by Preston Epps. Released as a single 
in 1959, it charted #14 Pop in the United States.
 
Back Yard
 
Carl Sandburg, 1878 - 1967
 
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, 
catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs 
to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl;
they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming 
over a sheen that sits in a 
cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go—I stay here 
sitting on the back porch drinking 
white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and 
more silver changes.
 

A Shaded Spot for a Meal - Jos Pauwels
The Gardener's Morning
 
Howard Dolf
 
The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.
 
I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.
 
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.
 
Woman With a Parasol in a Garden - Pierre Renoir
Garden Sanctuary
 
Doxis M. Palmer
 
You who walk,
Maybe with troubled thoughts,
Come, enter here and rest;
And may the sweet serenity 
of growing things,
And the heavenly, peace
Be mirrored in thy soul.
 
The Crimson Rambler - Phillip Leslie Hale
Vespers
 
Marie Nettleton Carroll
 
The golden sun has gone, the busy day is done.
Twilight has come and with it peace draws near
To dwell an hour within my garden walls, while in
The lambent sky the first pale stars appear.
The wheeling shadows that so slowly marked the hours
Have left no impress on the tender grass,
Nor does the air hold fast the patterns bold and free
That winging birds weave as the warm days pass.
The rued pool is stilled at last, and Lily buds
Prepare to open gently to the night
And to the questing moth whose fragile, gauzy wings
Quiver too rapidly for human sight.
In this tranquility, touch, hearing, sight are lulled.
I am as selfless as the scented airs
That wrap me round, while daylight's drowsy flowers
Send out the fragrance of their vesper prayers.
 
In the Pergola - Oscar Bluhm
Warm Summer Sun
 
Mark Twain
 
Warm summer sun, 
Shine kindly here, 
Warm southern wind, 
Blow softly here. 
Green sod above, 
Lie light, lie light. 
Good night, dear heart, 
Good night, good night.

Supper by Lamplight - Jos Pauwels

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