by Peter Burra (1909 - 1937)
Not even summer yet
Language: English
Available translation(s): 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.
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Text Authorship:
- by Peter Burra (1909 - 1937), "Song" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Not even summer yet", 1937, published 1994 [ high voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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