A Review of March and April
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"Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more......."
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"Spring has returned,
The Earth is like a child
that knows poems."
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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"Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more......."
A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
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"Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot
to bloom."
-Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
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"In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather
inside of four and twenty hours."
-Mark Twain
-Mark Twain
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In Memoriam
What grows in the speaker’s breast as spring comes into blossom is regret –
regret that his dear friend is gone,
that spring is a reminder that the world continues to turn and life carries on,
but friends does not return
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"Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?"
-Neltje Blanchan
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Video edited by Andreea Petcu - http:// www.andreeapetcu.com
Sunrise in March...
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Sunny days in April...
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Hellebores...
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....– oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want,
...???...
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The unmistakable sign of SPRING:
Flocks of cranes...
...coming from their southern winter quarters...
...heading North...
...passing La Pouyette...
as every year!
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A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
Emily Dickinson
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As the day draws to a close,
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...it's time to reflect and to dream....
...in harmony with a beautiful Spring sunset.
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"It was one of those March days when the sun
shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light, and winter
in the shade."
-Charles Dickens
-Charles Dickens
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In Memoriam
Now fades the last long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every maze of quick
About the flowering squares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.
Now burgeons every maze of quick
About the flowering squares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.
Now rings the woodland loud and long,
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And drown'd in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And drown'd in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.
Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,
The flocks are whiter down the vale,
And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;
The flocks are whiter down the vale,
And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;
Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood; that live their lives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood; that live their lives
From land to land; and in my breast
Spring wakens too; and my regret
Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.
Spring wakens too; and my regret
Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Canto CXV from In Memoriam.
This canto from Alfred, Lord Tennyson‘s long elegy In Memoriam A. H. H. (1850)
offers a more bittersweet take on the arrival of spring.What grows in the speaker’s breast as spring comes into blossom is regret –
regret that his dear friend is gone,
that spring is a reminder that the world continues to turn and life carries on,
but friends does not return
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"Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?"
-Neltje Blanchan
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Video edited by Andreea Petcu - http:// www.andreeapetcu.com
Sunrise in March...
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Sunny days in April...
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Hellebores...
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"I love spring anywhere,
but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden."
-Ruth Stout
-Ruth Stout
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"Spring is when life’s alive in everything."
-Christina Rossetti
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"I think that no matter how old or infirm I may
become,
I will always plant a large garden in the spring...
...Who can resist the
feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?"
-Edward
Giobbi
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"It’s spring fever.
...That is what the name of it
is....
...And when you’ve got it, you want -....
...And when you’ve got it, you want -....
....– oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want,
...but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"
-Mark
Twain
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The unmistakable sign of SPRING:
Flocks of cranes...
...coming from their southern winter quarters...
...heading North...
...passing La Pouyette...
as every year!
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"Spring makes its own
statement,
so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments,
not the composer."
-Geoffrey B. Charlesworth
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so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments,
not the composer."
-Geoffrey B. Charlesworth
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A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
Emily Dickinson
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As the day draws to a close,
...in harmony with a beautiful Spring sunset.
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"In springtime, love is carried on the breeze.
Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head."
Emma Racine deFleur
Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head."
Emma Racine deFleur
