by Peter Burra (1909 - 1937)

Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT
Not even summer yet
Can make my quite forget
That still most blessed thing,
The early spring.

I watch'd the red-tipped trees
Burst into greeneries;
Saw the swift blossom come
Like sea dissolv'd in foam.

But in the lover's ways,
The summer of his days
Is come from such a spring
As poets cannot sing.

Composition:

    Set to music by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Not even summer yet", 1937, published 1994 [ high voice and piano ]

Text Authorship:

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this page: David K. Smythe

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 55