Should we clap our hands and dance The Something Dance, the welcoming Something Dance? I think we should, love, I think we should.
—Charles WrightEach time, the found world surprises — that is its nature. And then what is said by all lovers: “What fools we were, not to have seen.”
—Jane HirshfieldEach time, the found world surprises — that is its nature. And then what is said by all lovers: "What fools we were, not to have seen."
—Jane Hirshfield
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now.
—Emily DickinsonWhen the first bird sings and the first bud opes, And the faint perfume from its chalice steals — I know what the caged bird feels!
—Paul Laurence DunbarThe last light of the sun Lies over the pasture Where sheep are grazing. Off toward the sea, Where the pasture dips to the dunes.
—Margaret Howe FreydbergWinter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
—Edith SitwellAnd winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring; And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
—Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWhat would the world be, once bereft Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
—Gerard Manley HopkinsLife has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings.
—Sara TeasdaleMake a career of humanity. Commit yourself to the noble struggle for equal rights. You will make a better person of yourself, a greater nation of your country, and a finer world to live in.
—Martin Luther King Jr.Home is a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.
—Verlyn KlinkenborgThe year, whose hopes were high and strong, Has now no hopes to wake; Yet one hour more of jest and song For his familiar sake.
—William Cullen BryantI heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
—Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt is the festival of lights, I have no candles. I light one for each night, pray on a row of nine lighthouses.
—Rachel GalvinThe world tonight is clear, If only for an hour Orion’s belt encircling us, The far indigo ocean Thundering near And I remember Rain the alley No shortcut home.
—Rose StyronMeanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, Are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, The world offers itself to your imagination.
—Mary OliverWe lie on the cold sand and it embraces us, this beach where locals never go in summer and boast of their absence.
—Marge PiercyWith incense sweet our thanks ascend; Before thy works our powers pall; Though we should strive years without end, We could not thank thee for them all.
—Paul Laurence DunbarThe water sings along our keel, The wind falls to a whispering breath; I look into your eyes and feel No fear of life or death; So near is love, so far away The losing strife of yesterday.
—Sophie Jewett