The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.
Helen BevingtonStichwörter: poetry writing writers night apple poets winter seasons tea april spring alcohol fall morris coffee autumn pope apples burns keats insomnia longfellow tennyson shelley hart-crane may milton september season auden nocturnal wordsworth byron de-la-mare schiller spender
When the winter comes, be very happy; because the spring comes only if the winter comes!
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: spring
أتَاكَ الرّبيعُ الطّلقُ يَختالُ ضَاحِكاً منَ الحُسنِ حتّى كادَ أنْ يَتَكَلّمَا
وَقَد نَبّهَ النّوْرُوزُ في غَلَسِ الدّجَى أوائِلَ وَرْدٍ كُنّ بالأمْسِ نُوَّمَا
She walks in the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water--
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.
Stichwörter: spring
All the while she wondered if any strange good thing might come of her being in her ancestral land; and some spirit within her rose automatically as the sap in the twigs. It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.
Thomas HardyStichwörter: home youth spring
Springtime in Massachusetts is depressing for those who embrace a progressive view of history and experience. It does not gradually develop as spring is supposed to. Instead, the crocuses bloom and the grass grows, but the foliage is independent from the weather, which gets colder and colder and sadder and sadder until June when one day it becomes brutishly hot without warning...It was fitting, then, that the first people who chose to settle there were mentally suspect.
Rebecca HarringtonStichwörter: new-england spring boston
kevään sanansaattaja satakieli
kaipaus sen äänessä
Stichwörter: poetry spring longing nightingale
The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: spring
Spring is the ultimate genius of the existence and the utter ladder of the lovers ascending to the infinity.
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: spring
After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.
Willa CatherStichwörter: nature metaphor spring wind prairie nature-s-beauty similies
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