Quotes About Nature

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

l(a le af fa ll s)o ne li ne ss

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.

O sweet spontaneous earth

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Edward Estlin Cummings

and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)

the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of day tortured in gold

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

It is always ourselves we find in the seas.

when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon Between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts My strong fingers beneath the snow Into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

May picked up a smooth round stone, As small as a world and as large as alone.

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man.

what if a much of a which of a wind

though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.

i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.