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June 01, 2011

Summer

I had never before made the link between Sanskrit/Hindi sama and summer.

summer (1)
"hot season of the year," O.E. sumor, from P.Gmc. *sumur- (cf. O.S., O.N., O.H.G. sumar, O.Fris. sumur, M.Du. somer, Du. zomer, Ger. Sommer), from PIE base *sem- (cf. Skt. sama "season, half-year," Avestan hama "in summer," Armenian amarn "summer," O.Ir. sam, O.Welsh ham, Welsh haf "summer"). O.N. sumarsdag, first day of summer, was the Thursday that fell between April 9 and 15.

Summer camp is attested from 1893; summer resort is from 1832; summer school first recorded 1860; theatrical summer stock is attested from 1942.

Indian summer
"spell of warm weather after the first frost," first recorded 1778, Amer.Eng., perhaps so called because it was first noted in regions inhabited by Indians, or because the Indians first described it to the Europeans. No evidence connects it with the color of fall leaves or a season of Indian attacks on settlements. It is the Amer.Eng. version of British All-Hallows summer, Fr. été de la Saint-Martin (feast day Nov. 11), etc. Also colloquial was St. Luke's summer (or little summer), period of warm weather occurring about St. Luke's day (Oct. 18).

List of abbreviations.
- Online Etymology Dictionary -

Dog days

noun

1. the sultry part of the summer, supposed to occur during the period that Sirius, the dog Star, rises at the same time as the sun: now often reckoned from July 3 to August 11.
2. a period marked by lethargy, inactivity, or indolence.

And, interestingly,
Canicula (kəˈnɪkjʊlə)
noun
another name for Sirius
[Latin, literally: little dog, from canis dog]

Footnote:
"It is often forgotten that (dictionaries) are artificial
repositories, put together well after the languages they
define. The roots of language are irrational and of a
magical nature."
-Jorge Luis Borges, Prologue to "El otro, el mismo."

May 31, 2011

A French poem about summer

L'été à Coutances, Victor Hugo

Ah ! l'équinoxe cherche noise
Au solstice, et ce juin charmant
Nous offre une bise sournoise ;
L'été de Neustrie est normand !

Notre été chicane et querelle ;
Son sourire aime à nous leurrer ;
Il se, rétracte ; il tonne, il grêle ;
Il pleut, manière de pleurer.

Mais qu'importe ! entre deux orages,
Ses rayons glissent, fiers vainqueurs,
Et la pourpre est dans les nuages,
Et le triomphe est dans les coeurs.

Cette grande herbe est mon empire.
Je suis l'amant mystérieux
De l'âme obscure qui soupire
Au fond des bois, au fond des cieux !

Je suis roi chez les fleurs vermeilles.
Quelle extase d'être mêlé
Aux oiseaux, aux vents, aux abeilles,
Au vague essor du monde ailé !

L'arbre creux vous offre une chaise ;
L'iris vous suit de son oeil bleu ;
On contemple ; il semble qu'on baise
Le bord de la robe de Dieu.

Source: http://www.poesie-francaise.fr