ANACREON’S ODE TO THE CICADA Henry David Thoreau[24]
We pronounce thee happy, cicada, For on the tops of the trees, Sipping a little dew, Like any king thou singest, For thine are they all, Whatever thou seest in the fields, And whatever the woods bear. Thou art the friend of the husbandmen, In no respect injuring any one; And thou art honored among men, Sweet prophet of summer. The Muses love thee, And Phœbus himself loves thee, And has given thee a shrill song; Age does not wrack thee, Thou skillful, earth-born, song-loving, Unsuffering, bloodless one; Almost thou art like the gods.
The 17 year broods of Cicadas have arrived! They “sing” all day long and compliment nature’s cacophony of birds chirping and tweeting. I made this pendant a while back when I was working with bronze metal clay. I really love the look of bronze! When polished to a high shine, it resembles gold at a fraction of the cost. And it looks wonderful against silver! This “Summer’s Song” cicada pendant measures 2” in length and is shown on a sterling silver chain.
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