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“I do not wish to die- There is such contingent beauty in life: The open window on summer mornings Looking out on gardens and green things growing, The shadowy cups of roses flowering to themselves- Images of time and eternity- Silence in the garden and felt along the walls.”
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“Please also remember the pitiful gasping/thirsty little mouths/ beaks in summer. They'll appreciate abundant/fresh/cool/clean/ water! Food they can get easily in parks/sidewalks!”
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“Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis...”
Source : Aimee Friedman (2012). “Ocean of Secrets”, p.148, Scholastic UK
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“'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That has not long to stay And dies on Easter day.”
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“The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it's two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it's a good thing.”
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“A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.”
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“Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.”
Source : Alice Cary (1876). “The Last Poems: Of Alice and Phoebe Cary”, p.136
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“Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.”
Source : Alice Meynell (2013). “The Essential Alice Meynell Collection”, p.122, eBookIt.com
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“Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire, From her shing head they will flutter And fall—and before her They will die, faintly fragrant still. And, impelled by faithful longing, My obedient gaze will feast upon them— With a reverent hand, Love will gather their rotting remains.”
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“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”
