Summer Afternoon, He Said

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
—Henry James, as quoted by Edith Wharton in her autobiography, A Backward Glance

Define the words as the field
        wherein the lolling calf distracted fixates
on the middle distance while the summer afternoon distills
and becomes mother’s lapping tongue and agreeable teat
    dribbling
goo so thick it sets up smooth and waxy, mollifying
desire for anything more.
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