“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke3/21/2022
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The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, The birds, they make it in the spring, At night’s delicious close. Between the March and April line, Beyond which summer hesitates, Almost too heavenly near. It makes us think of all the dead That sauntered with us here, By separation’s sorcery Made cruelty more dear. It makes us think of what we had, And what we now deplore. We almost wish those siren throats Would go, and sing no more. ~Emily Dickinson “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 Chekhov |
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