What is All This Juice?

What is All This Juice?

Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing… What is all this...
Winter is Dead

Winter is Dead

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne, Daffodowndilly Spring...
The Gift of Spring

The Gift of Spring

“Nor would the stress Of life be bearable for tender things Did not so long a respite come between The cold and heat, and heaven’s indulgence grant This comfort to the world.” Virgil, Georgics II I must be a tender thing. I cannot picture bearing the stress of life...

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