These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The sound keeps coming out of the flowers





“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from 
 
coming.”
 
-Pablo Neruda

Image: Spike Mafford, the black dots spell out the title, The 
Meadow
 
Title: Basso

Monday, May 21, 2012

Spring at Night


















the news arrived that this time we would only see the spring at night and that a spider crawls across the paper where I’m writing that the gift is here

-Pablo Picasso, The Burial Of The Count Of Orgaz & Other Poems

Photo: Adam Putnam, Untitled (wisp) (2007)

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Would you die for spring?





You knock
without knowing that you knocked. The door
opens on a century of clouds and centuries
of centuries of clouds. The bird sings
among the toyons in the spring’s diligence
of rain. And then what? Hand on your heart.
Would you die for spring? What would you die for?
Anything?

-Robert Hass from "Berkeley Eclogue" 

Image: Alasdair Wallace, A flock of birds, 1999