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#129404 2 years, 5 months ago
Very Early Spring

by Katherine Mansfield


The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver






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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#129406 2 years, 5 months ago
That's gorgeous, Chester.
"Got any nails?"
"No!"
"Got any flies?"
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#130317 2 years, 5 months ago
The Enkindled Spring
by D. H. Lawrence

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.

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#130654 2 years, 5 months ago
Dedicated to 83, and all the gardeners.

Plant a Garden

by Edgar Albert Guest

If your purse no longer bulges
and you've lost your golden treasure,
If at times you think you're lonely
and have hungry grown for pleasure,
Don't sit by your hearth and grumble,
don't let mind and spirit harden.
If it's thrills of joy you wish for
get to work and plant a garden!

If it's drama that you sigh for,
plant a garden and you'll get it
You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it
If you long for entertainment and
for pageantry most glowing,
Plant a garden and this summer spend
your time with green things growing.

If it's comradeship you sight for,
learn the fellowship of daisies.
You will come to know your neighbor
by the blossoms that he raises;
If you'd get away from boredom
and find new delights to look for,
Learn the joy of budding pansies
which you've kept a special nook for.

If you ever think of dying
and you fear to wake tomorrow
Plant a garden! It will cure you
of your melancholy sorrow
Once you've learned to know peonies,
petunias, and roses,
You will find every morning
some new happiness discloses.




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#131561 2 years, 5 months ago
Aftermath

Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.

Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.

-Sylvia Plath
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#132336 2 years, 5 months ago
A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul,
thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art,
the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing,
pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.





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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#132806 2 years, 5 months ago
I've been reading Whitman's Leaves of Grass lately. He wrote quite a few poems related to brief encounters with others. In the inscription to the 1860 edition, he wrote "Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" It makes me think he would have liked the lyrics "Strangers stopping strangers, just to shake their hand". After all, there's no reason we have to stay strangers to each other, so smile and say hello to the people passing by you in this world. They might be your next best friend or lover.


To A Stranger by Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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#134962 2 years, 5 months ago
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window,into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.


by e.e. cummings

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#136161 2 years, 5 months ago
Remember the Moon

by Shirley Whalley

Remember the moon my friend
Our line of sight
Joining our separate nights

Remember the moon my friend
When days seem dark
Yet sun burns the sky blue

Remember the moon my friend
When rains come, mangoes ripen
And even cattle refuse the bounty

When frogs croak
And pigs wallow
And birds nest again

The sight of the moon
Is as eyes meeting
Faster than light
Our gaze drawing us near

The sight of the full moon
Pulls us as it pulls oceans
A silver thread
Strong as spider's web

The sight of the moon
Sometimes a sliver
And sometimes full as day
And sometimes appearing at the sun's setting

Our eyes will find it
When loneliness fills them to brim
With the salt memory
Of cashews roasting in a tin
And of the the river swim






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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#139190 2 years, 4 months ago
Spring moon

By Luna Light

The moon covered by a silver light
grace us with the gift of spring,
let the flowers bloom from the magic,
of your sliver touch let the rivers
sing with the warmth of night,
let the spring awake you from
the frost of winters touch,
let the morning bring the birds
song of life's joy let you sing
spring is here at last!




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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