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Support us The Guardian - Back to home The Guardian: news website of the year News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: In the Tunnel of Summers by Anne Stevenson The blurring of time in the fragile experience of summers past and present provides the ground for this poignant reflection Carol Rumens Mon 24 Apr 2023 05.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email In the Tunnel of Summers Moving from day into day, I don’t know how, eating these plums now this morning for breakfast tasting of childhood’s mouth-pucker tartness, watching the broad light seed in the fences, honey of barley, gold ocean, grasses, as the tunnel of summers, of nothing but summers, opens again in my travelling senses. I am eight and eighteen and eighty all the Augusts of my day. Why should I be, I be more than another? Brown foot in sandal, burnt palm on flaked clay, flesh under waterfall baubled in strong spray, blood on the stubbl...