may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
—E.E. CummingsEarly on I was hoping for a strike Of some huge striped bass to fight, But now, to hell with fishing, I would rather stand here casting.
—Conrad NeumannThe deepest-rooted dream of a tree is to walk Even just a little ways, from the place next to the doorway — To the edge of the river of life, and drink.
— Joy HarjoLoveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
—A.E. HousmanTo stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.
—Rachel CarsonWhat matter if the sun be lost? What matter though the sky be gray? There’s joy enough about the house, For Daffodil comes home to-day.
—Bliss CarmanHark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
—Lucy Maud MontgomeryYou may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one.
—John LennonWho knocks? That April — Lock the Door — I will not be pursued — He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied.
—Emily DickinsonThere is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track.
—Christina RossettiDear March, how are you, and the Rest — Did you leave Nature well — Oh March, Come right upstairs with me — I have so much to tell.
—Emily DickinsonThe ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.
—Hal BorlandI go down to the edge of the sea. How everything shines in the morning light! The cusp of the whelk, the broken cupboard of the clam, the opened, blue mussels.
—Mary OliverYou break a cookie in half like bread And this sharing is what we both now need. That which breaks into crumbs are memories. Your gray hair cut short and you ask if I notice.
—E. Ethelbert MillerOh plunge me deep in love—put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.
—Sara TeasdaleBlow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
—William ShakespeareStill lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
—Helen Hunt JacksonThe snow-dust falls, The otter crawls, The partridge calls, Far in the wood. The traveller dreams, The tree-ice gleams, The blue-jay screams In angry mood.
—Henry David ThoreauDarkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
—Martin Luther King Jr.Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, “Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play.” Little January Is always full of fun. Until the set of sun.
—Winifred C. Marshall