Autumn in New York

Here’s a classic song by the late, great Billie Holiday having to do with fall in the Big Apple:

Autumn in New York
Written by Vernon Duke
Performed by Billie Holiday

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel
I’m home

It’s autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.

Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you’re let down
Jaded roué and gay divorcée who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it’s

This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums in Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.

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Two More Summer Poems

From Poetry:

I Know I Am But Summer to Your Heart

Edna St. Vincent Millary

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.

Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.


Carl Sandburg

Back Yard

Carl Sandburg

Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.

An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.

An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.

The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
white thoughts you rain down.

Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.


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Two Summer Poems

From Poetry:

In the Mountains on a Summer Day
Li Po, translated by Arthur Waley

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.


Poem 1386
Emily Dickinson

Summer — we all have seen —
A few of us — believed —
A few — the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved —

But Summer does not care —
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity —

The Doom to be adored —
The Affluence conferred —
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed —


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It’s a Cruel, Cruel Summer

Here’s a song that pretty much summarizes our feelings about summer. Execpt where it says “dry” – because it’s really humid here!

Cruel Summer
by Bananarama

Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying (What did they say?)
Things I can’t understand
It’s too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand

It’s a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel), cruel summer
Now you’re gone

The city is crowded, my friends are away and I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle, so I got to get up and go

It’s a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel), cruel summer
Now you’re gone

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Under the Weather Revisited

Here’s a song using the idiom “Under the Weather,” brought to you by Sesame Street:

I’m Under the Weather Over You

by Polly Darton

Oh, I’m under the weather over you
It’s been raining since you told me we were through
You’ve been awful underhanded
And I just don’t understand it
Yes, I’m under the weather over you

Oh, it’s freezing and it’s snowing in my heart
You were cold when you told me we must part
When you said I had to go, ma’am
You were icy as a snowman
Yes, it’s freezing and it’s snowing in my heart

Oh, my tears are falling down just like the raindrops
That sprinkle on our heads from clouds above
When you rushed me out the door like a tornado
Like a hurricane you blew away my love

I’ll be happy when this thunderstorm is through
When the sun might shine again I was I knew
And if I ever meet you, fella, I’ll just put up my umbrella
Because I’m under the weather over you – achoo!
Yes, I’m under the weather over you

we were through = we broke up
underhanded = unfair
fella = fellow, guy, man

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