Ah, Summer; the last season of my discontent,
The last days of my forced internment-
May they be cloudless and temperate,
To mirror the desires of my heart, as I figure it
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This is a really excellent poem, which gradually makes me realise that the quality of the writing here is a lot better than in other similar sites, anyway, what I find impressive is the use of classical poetical imagery, maybe echoes of 19th century lyric, a fine poem.
I like it simple but its complicated. Still very good.