~Robert Brault, I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now. Much growth is stunted by too careful prodding, Too eager tenderness. If I were to write a poem, The geese would fly north for the winter just because my poem told them to, Cows would climb trees, Cats would chase dogs only because my poem said that. ~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
I am not this year and I am not your fault. These are thy wonders, Lord of power, Killing and quickning, bringing down to hell And up to heaven in an houre; Making a chiming of a passing-, We say amisse, This or that is: Thy word is all, if we could spell. Jason Lands: ok who's smurfette Melanie Elizabeth Oxley: I think this poem is a vivid beautiful analogy for human existence. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or anything. I would let everyone know that Easter is near. If you were a star and I was the sky would you light my path and never say goodbye? Man loved the flowers and invented vases.
Claude Monet's garden, I feel sure that I shall see something that is not so much a garden of flowers as of colours and tones, less an old-fashioned flower garden than a colour garden, so to speak, one that achieves an effect not entirely nature's, because it was planted so that only the flowers with matching colours will bloom at the same time, harmonized in an infinite stretch of blue or pink. If i were a flower and you were a boy would you place me in a book or sit me in a vase If i were your lover and you were a star would you shine on me or watch me devour another If i were a lantern and you were the flame would you put me in a dark room or throw me in the ocean If i were your lock and you were the key would you open or leave me? Anyway, the point is that I read what you put down. There are so many colours on butterflies' body. Just as there are many different flowers, so are there many different people-all with their own sort of beauty. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Also note that the Grandi name may be a pseudonym for Claudia Adrienne Demilia. If you always keep your anger in yourself, you'll kill someone for playing smurf in class, : We sometimes need to get angry, that's what I'm tryuing to say. ~Dodinsky, Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. Carlo Savino: chris: what poem did you read? By Claudia Adrienne Demilia a. It spread to France and became a handbook of 800 floral messages known as the Book Le Language des Fleurs. It's probably safe to say that he finally decided to get on with his life and do what heloves most-writing.
Yellow roses were for jealousy, yellow iris for passion, filbert for reconciliation and ivy for marriage. ~Basho To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat. ~Edward Payson Rod Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity. I know the beauty of our Lord by it. My bloom would stay open even when the sunshine ends. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations, www. It is the most sensitive wilding we have; for so soon as the evening dews begin to fall, it droops its leaves around the stems, and ever seems to shrink at the approach of night, or the faintest whisper of a coming storm. So put that in your corn pipe! I'm cut off from friends and faces I once knew. The leaf's inclined to find its own direction; Give it a chance to seek the sunlight for itself. Christopher O'Docharty: I think this guy was a sorry jack ass who wasted part of his life doing nothing and now he seems to be trying to make up for something. Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing Her resurrection day in spring! Even the fruitless will sometimes flower.
I want to give that world to someone else. Here are additional selected citations in chronological order. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams! Flowers do not grow on the map of your garden. Carlo Savino: Okay, Melanie, but why must man fail to develop as a flower shrinks and dies, in this poem if he is overcome by anger? Smith, in her last poetical volume, which, alas, is truly a legacy, has fully vindicated her pretensions to the laurel. I want them to see it whether they want to or not. I wouldn't coax the plant if I were you.
Also on May 23, 2014 the name Claudia Ghandi was added to the keywords, and the 2008 citation was added. ~Terri Guillemets God loved the flowers and invented soil. It is a wonderful study of flickering light and grateful shade in midsummer. ~Terri Guillemets You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. On May 23, 2014 citations dated 1985, 1989, and 1990 were added and the entry was partially rewritten. One which will lift him to high planes of action toward the happy day when the Creator of all this beautiful work is more acknowledged and loved, and where man shall offer his brother man, not bullets and bayonets, but richer grains, better fruit and fairer flowers from the bounty of this earth.
All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. Cook, James Douglas, and J. To me, as to thousands, they ever seem to whisper such sweet things, and tell such strange and fairy-like stories of their present and past existence, that they appeal to the highest faculties of our being. Try them at your own risk. The text precisely matched the 1992 version: If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden. I'm Smurfette Carlo Savino: okay, now i'm popeye Bun Sentoso: Jason is right!! It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush.