Friday, March 18, 2005



This Sunday, March 20, the season of spring for 2005 begins. Here are some words about this mystical season from some authors, thinkers and bums over the centuries. At least, this is how they were handed down to me.

A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the King. But what do I know? I haven’t been out of this house in years. (Emily Dickinson, poet)

Come, gentle spring! Ethereal mildness! Come. Arrive and bring enough whiskey to douse the horrid way I put sentences together. (James Thomson, essayist)

I thought that spring must last forevermore, for I was young and loved, and it was May, and my knickers were so very, very tight. (Vera Brittain, , poet, pacifist)

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. If we had no summer, it would never be as hot as it gets. If we had no fall, plants would live forever. If I knew what I was getting at, I could soon be quoted. (Anne Bradstreet, poet)

Is it so small a thing to have enjoy'd the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done? No, it is a big frikkin’ deal, believe me. (Matthew Arnold, poet, critic)

Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes. But is that line enough for anyone to consider me a poet? (Maria Konopnicka, woman)

Don't ignore the small things. The kite flies because of its tail. Evening makes the sky dark. A bird has feathers. Eating is the best thing to do when the meal is served. And then there is springtime. Now what? (Hawaiian proverb)

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