Quotes by Spring A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware. Samuel Taylor Coleridge my-heartheartspring If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day. Sara Teasdale eyespringmorning A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring. Sara Teasdale waitingspringworld The spring is fresh and fearless Sara Teasdale heartspringmoving The roofs are shining from the rain, Sara Teasdale raincloudsspring How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour. Sara Teasdale flowerhurtspring I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me. Sara Teasdale aprilspring Begin today. Declare out loud to the universe that you are willing to let go of struggle and eager to learn through joy. Sarah Ban Breathnach struggleletting-gospring Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. Sara Teasdale eyespringfall My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Sara Teasdale rainspringmorning A delicate fabric of bird song Sara Teasdale rainspringsong The wind is tossing the lilacs, Sara Teasdale wallspringfall Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again. Sarah Ban Breathnach hoperainspring Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Sarah Chauncey Woolsey springsongsweet In the deep shadow of the porch Sarah Chauncey Woolsey swingsweedspring All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey summerspringlying Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions. Sarah Ban Breathnach skybluespring If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco. Sarah Vowell readingwritingspring Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness, Sarojini Naidu dreamspringlife Into the bosom of the one great sea Flow streams that come from the hills on every side, Their names are various as their springs And thus in every land do men bow down To one great God, though known by many names. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan godspringmen«114115116117118119120121122123124»
