Summer Poetry Picnic 2017 – Whitman & Keats
We “lean(ed) and loaf(ed) at (our) ease observing a spear of summer grass” (Whitman) and enjoyed the “summer, when luxuriously / Spring’s honeyed cud of youthful thought (we loved) / To ruminate, and by such dreaming high / (Were) nearest unto heaven”. (Keats)