Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It’s true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.
Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o’er crests of trees, to none belong;
o’er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true…
From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.
Tags: poetry dance time living song spring verse roman soliloquy rhymes payne rhyming-verse poesie rooftop springtime
Пак ще закъснееш, заплесанко! Вчера подпира стената, без да можеш да измислиш причина защо си закъснял. Как да обясниш на учителката, че напролет пътят до училище става по-дълъг, отбива се встрани, гъмжи от непредвидености.
Blaga DimitrovaTags: childhood spring springtime
Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
AberjhaniTags: inspirational strength empowerment freedom soul faith heart grace joy christmas song-lyrics healing recovery rebirth inspiring resurrection easter positive-motivation healing-the-past famous-quotes starting-over spring-awakening world-suicide-prevention-day springtime songs-from-the-black-skylark zped-music-player famous-poets joy-of-the-spirit light-of-the-spirit mythopoeic-fiction mythopoeic-literature mythopoeic-novels mythopoeic-writers song-lyrics-from-poets
Clean air; bird song; fresh flowers; and the leaves unfurling on the twigs.
Pierre D'AlverneTags: springtime
In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music
Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he's gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.
Tags: music nature serenity spring birds springtime birdsong
The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered from a serious illness, you will be familiar with the blessed state when you are in a delicious state of anticipation, and are liable to smile without any obvious reason. Evidently that is what nature is experiencing just now. The ground is cold, mud and snow squelches under foot, but how cheerful, gentle and inviting everything is! The air is so clear and transparent that if you were to climb to the top of the pigeon loft or the bell tower, you feel you might actually see the whole universe from end to end. The sun is shining brightly, and its playful, beaming rays are bathing in the puddles along with the sparrows. The river is swelling and darkening; it has already woken up and very soon will begin to roar. The trees are bare, but they are already living and breathing.
Anton ChekhovTags: spring springtime
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