Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.
At each moment, a poem might grow into a totally different shape. It is not so much like working in a garden. It is more as if you remade the garden every day.
Poetry is a sort of homecoming.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.