skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
30 Photos in 30 Days
Friday, April 9, 2010
Are
they
shadows
that
we
see?
~Samuel Daniel
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Blog Archive
►
2014
(21)
►
April
(21)
▼
2010
(30)
▼
April
(30)
"What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any...
Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsakingMirth of...
O! how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain...
Alone with myselfThe trees bendto carress meThe sh...
Poor Nietzsche in Turin . . .~Robert Hass
I like trees because they seem more resigned to th...
A bird came down the walk,He did not know I saw;~E...
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:~...
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is...
The tulips are too excitable . . . ~Sylvia Plath
An optimist is the human personification of spring...
. . .who could help but long for the gardens of ho...
A little Madness in the Spring . . .~Emily Dickinson
April prepares her green traffic light and the wo...
Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, An...
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of bea...
. . .While the Lily white shall in love delight . ...
And the book says,"We may be through with the pas...
. . . You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; . . ...
I heard a thousand blended notes . . .~William W...
I can only find words for. . . .~Frederick Seidel
Aretheyshadowsthatwesee?~Samuel Daniel
whenlilacslastin thedooryardbloomed . . .~Walt Wh...
I have a Bird in spingWhich for myself doth sing-...
letthe rainkissyou . . .~Langston Hughes
no winterlast forever . . .~Hal Borland
Easterspellsoutbeauty . . .~S.D. Gordon
the sun was warm but the wind was chill. . . .~Rob...
yesterdaythe twig wasbrown andbare . . .~L.H. Bailey
hope springs eternal . . . ~Alexander Pope
Are