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The Song of Cicadas by Roderic Quinn

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Yesterday there came to me

From a green and graceful tree,

As I loitered listlessly

Nothing doing, nothing caring,

Light and warmth and fragrance sharing

With the butterfly and bee,

While the sapling-tops a-glisten

Danced and trembled, wild and willing,

Such a sudden sylvan shrilling

That I could not choose but listen.

Green cicadas, black cicadas,

Happy in the gracious weather,

Floury-baker, double-drummer,

All as one and all together,

How they voiced the golden summer!

Stealing back there came to me

As I loitered listlessly

’Neath the green and graceful tree,

Nothing doing, nothing caring,

Boyhood moments spent in sharing

With the butterfly and bee

Youth and freedom, warmth and glamour,

While cicadas round me shrilling,

Set the sleepy noontide thrilling

With their keen insistent clamour.

Green cicadas, black cicadas,

Happy in the gracious weather,

Floury-bakers, double-drummers

All as one and all together—

How they voiced the bygone summers!

 

Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)

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