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James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

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A Summer Afternoon


A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
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  • Veteran Poet - 3,398 Points Savita Tyagi (3/14/2014 7:58:00 AM)

    Absolutely beautiful. Each and every word sprayed a mist of tranquility like a sprinkler in hot summer. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (3/14/2013 3:34:00 AM)

    Absolutely gorgeous. Brought visions is tranquility and just sheer self moments. I adore this so much! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Regan Fossen (3/14/2012 3:09:00 PM)

    such an inspiration! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Karen Deeks (3/14/2012 1:35:00 PM)

    To lay within the countryside and slowly drift, where tranquility and a warm sun gently lulls one to sleep... I really enjoyed this poem... Not quite spring... Has me looking forward to the therapy that is summer... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Carlos Echeverria (3/14/2012 10:47:00 AM)

    The first stanza is, indeed, a perfect set-up, with the push-pull tension of the words 'languid, lazy' versus 'labored, moves'. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Herman Chiu (3/15/2010 8:08:00 PM)

    I know exactly what he means - he captured one of my most significant landscapes.
    Mr. Pruchnicki, that's exactly what I think!
    What a wonderful experience that must have been! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (3/14/2010 1:10:00 PM)

    A Summer Afternoon by James Whitcomb Riley begins stanza one with ‘A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, ’ and these lines accurately describe the heat and sets up well; the inability of this person to study, on this hot summer afternoon. The subject seems a poor reluctant student.
    ‘My book, neglected of an idle mind,
    Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
    Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
    Affrightedly reviews itself again.’
    The attempted study is halfhearted, an ‘idle mind’ apparently ‘Hides for a moment from the eyes of men; ’ and this seems to indicate that study upon this books topic is necessary and expected. The personification of ‘a critic wind, ’ in juxtaposition with ‘Affrightedly reviews itself again’, creates a tense; a sudden overwhelming fear of the book’s subject matter is indicated. Perhaps the topic is law which Riley attempted to study but found himself unsuited for in his ‘father’s law office’. Riley like many of us had difficulties when applying himself to study and was not a gifted student.
    ‘At anchor from all storms of mental strain; With absent vision, builds upon a discord between peaceful harmonic nature and the students lacking insight in his studies. ‘And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain’ is like a plea for rest, from studied mental anguish, puns a contrast between laws of nature and requirements of human society. The final line ‘'Coo-coo! '-I mustn't-'Coo-coo! '-fall asleep! ’ reminds of the eventual result of many study attempts, and the natural lullaby of a hot summer’s day. Beautiful imagery, Riley is a gifted poet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (3/14/2010 10:58:00 AM)

    One summer I spent long lazy days on the river not far from the site of the Riley residence in downstate Indiana. Supplied with a can of nightcrawlers I'd procured from my uncle's backyard and with a volume of Riley's verses I set up my cane pole and leaned against a tree on the river bank. Fish weren't biting, so I opened the book and read and before I knew it I was deep in a Hoosier dream of the old days when Riley and his band of school drop-outs roamed the countryside painting and sky-larking. I didn't care at all if Katy DID or DIDN'T make a noise. Twittering birds lulled this city kid... asleep! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph Poewhit (3/14/2010 9:43:00 AM)

    Touches on the gentle thoughts of life. Sitting, dreaming, thinking, of things. Brings the contemplative side of mans nature to light. COO - COO (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 294 Points Ramesh T A (3/14/2010 12:57:00 AM)

    Typical Summer scene of wheat field with lazy wind, twitter, dove and blue sky depicting slow passage of time is well captured in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Marilyn Lott (3/14/2008 1:45:00 PM)

    This poet was part of my childhood and I love everything he wrote! What talent he had!

    Marilyn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ben Gieske (3/14/2007 1:33:00 PM)

    lots of good imagery and fresh ways of looking at things; ex., 'warm sun showers in the open glade' and 'At anchor from all storms of mental strain'. Art is a way of seeing things better. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ben Gieske (3/14/2007 1:32:00 PM)

    lots of good imagery and fresh ways of looking at things; ex., 'warm sun showers in the open glade' and 'At anchor from all storms of mental strain'. Art is a way of seeing things better. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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