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The core sentiment of "A summer idyl" is the intense frustration of being stuck in a deserted, sweltering city while everyone else has fled. The speaker describes the city as "dreary and dusty and lone," with doors barred and shutters down [1]. The universal aspects of urban frustration include oppressive heat that makes one "wilt" and wish to "take off his flesh and sit in his bones" [2], constant noise from "wagons and carts," an "up-in-air train," and a grinding organ that together create a "prolonged thunderbolt" [2], and foul odors from "boiling old bone" [1]. These sensory assaults—heat, noise, and stench—are timeless complaints about city life.
To simplify for someone who has never lived in a city: imagine being trapped in a place where everyone else has left for vacation, leaving you alone with unbearable heat, constant racket from traffic and machinery, and bad smells that never go away. The speaker's specific references to "Smiths and Joneses" leaving town [1] or "Hunter's Point perfume" [1] are period details, but the underlying feelings of isolation, discomfort, and sensory overload are universal. The poem does not explain why these frustrations are universal beyond…
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← Accordance Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta by Anne Lynch Botta A summer idyl Largess → 130424 Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta — A summer idyl Anne Lynch Botta The city is dreary and dusty and lone, The Smiths and the Joneses and Jenkinses gone; The doors are all barred, and the shutters all down, And nobody left in this desolate town--- Save the sweeper who wearily loiters and lags, The ashman, and he who cries "Bottles and rags!" And a hurrying crowd one knows nothing about, Though each one of them somebody cares for, no doubt; The streets everywhere are plowed into a rut, For putting down pipes…
und at Cologne, But here to our trained, tried olfactories known, As the Hunter's Point perfume---from boiling old bone. You boast of your singing birds lodged in the trees, Of the dash of the waves, the sigh of the breeze, The lowing of herds, the hum of the bees--- Sweet voices of Nature,---but what are all these The wail of the cats as they stray o'er the fences; Till a friend at my side, in a rage going on, Makes use of "cuss words" and calls for his gun. And here comes the organ that stops at our door, To grind out its music that makes, with the roar Of the wagons and carts as they…
e poor mortal must wilt, Till he cries, like the wit, in disconsolate tones, To take off his flesh and sit in his bones. But, however, to sum up and make myself clear, For July and August I would not be here; But give me New-York for nine months of the year,--- With all its shortcomings there 's no place so dear; With its life and its rush, what it does and has done, There is no city like it under the sun.
ost precious treasure; And she calls you in accents as winning and mild, As some fond old grandmother calls a pet child. The round of my Pegasus lies through the town; He travels and travels, now up, and now down; I pull on the strap, and he willingly stops, And leaves me to visit the markets and shops. (My car, you perceive, is the bobtail variety So little admired by the press and society.) But wherever we go he signally fails To lift me above the street levels and rails. So you see that our steeds are not matched for a race, And with all best endeavors can never keep pace.
← Ab astris Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta by Anne Lynch Botta Accordance A summer idyl → 130423 Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta — Accordance Anne Lynch Botta He who with bold and skilful hand sweeps o'er The organ-keys of some cathedral pile, Flooding with music, vault, and nave, and aisle, Though on his ear falls but a thunderous roar. In the composer's lofty motive free, Knows well that all that temple, vast and dim, Thrills to its base with anthem, psalm, and hymn, True to the changeless laws of harmony. So he who on these clanging chords of life, With firm, sweet touch plays the Great Master's…
More questions about this book
- How does the initial listing of works and public domain information inform or alter your understanding of "A summer idyl" as a piece of literature, and what purpose might this structural choice serve for the reader?
- Choose three distinct sensory details (sight, sound, smell) from "A summer idyl" and explain how Anne Botta uses them to create a specific emotional tone for the poem's setting.
- The poem contrasts "Sweet voices of Nature" with the cacophony of the city. What deeper commentary or critique about the human condition or societal progress might Botta be subtly conveying through this stark juxtaposition?
- The overarching title "Memoirs of a God (lost) by Caligula" is seemingly unrelated to Anne Botta's poem. What questions does this discrepancy raise about the source or presentation of the text, and how might one attempt to reconcile or understand such a framing?