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“The advice I continually give to young writers is this, "Learn to paint pictures with words." Not just once upon a time, but ... In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms ... See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.”

Giving Writing Heart Long Use Age Young Secret Sun Path Sky Advice Wind Blue Trade Paint Forgotten Dust Faithful Realms Shore Once Upon A Time Caress Young Writers

Author:Brian Jacques

“And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.”

Water Wind Blue Lays Wings Violet Flew

Author:Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

“Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.”

May Littles Moving Tree Fields Wind Spring Garden Blue Howl Chimneys Orchard Procession Snowstorms

Book:Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

Source: Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

“Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A bear's days are warmed by the same sun, his dwellings are overdomed by the same blue sky, and his life turns and ebbs with heart pulsing like ours. He was poured from the same first fountain. And whether he at last goes to our stingy Heaven or not, he has terrestrial immortality. His life, not long, not short, knows no beginning , no ending. To him life unstinted, unplanned, is above the accidents of time, and his years, markless and boundless, equal eternity.”

Knows Years Firsts Heart Long Made Lasts Turns Heaven Water Sun Sky Adventure Wind Bears Drink Equal Eternity Blue Breathe Accidents Dust Immortality Fountain Dwelling Boundless Blue Sky Stingy

Author:John Muir

“May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”

May Eye Night Sides Watches Sun Dog Wind Bears Rain Blue Miles Over You Trails Fourteen Owl Reverie Lonesome Dazzle Ridges Campfire Rattlesnakes Potholes

Author:Edward Abbey

“Every time I look at it, It looks back at me I love the sea, its waters are blue And the sky is too And the sea is very dear to me If when I grow up and the sea is still there Then I’ll open my eyes and smell the fresh air Because the sea is very dear to me The sea is very calm and that’s why I like it there The sand is brand new and the wind blows in my hair And the sea is very dear to me.”

Ifs Looks Stills Eye Grows Water Growing Up Air Sea Sky Wind Hair Blue Calm Dear Blow Smell Brands Sand Brand New Fresh Air

Book:This Star Won't Go Out: The Life and Words of Esther Grace Earl

Source: This Star Won't Go Out: The Life and Words of Esther Grace Earl

“By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.”

Wind Cold Blue Clouds Driven Hospitals Contagious Cold Wind

Book:William Carlos Williams

Source: William Carlos Williams

“I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady.”

Knows May Has Beens Sky Wind Messages Bird Blue Arcadia Blithe

Book:The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton ...

Source: The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton ...

“Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.”

Light Hours White Air Wind Flower Blue Depth Rounds Clouds Currents Snow Grass Cheeks Bees Bores Unseen Dropping Flew Dew Maidens Lingering Murmuring White Clouds

Author:William C. Bryant

“... except in the eyes of a few fanatics (untrustworthy as all lovers) an unmitigated expanse of water is dull even when blue: not in a small boat, where you are part of the winds and currents and tides and are allowed to hold the tiller now and then; but from those decks which the shipping companies with subconscious insight try to make as suburban as possible so that the impact of the monster outside may be lessened, and where the unrecognized boredom is so deep that a wispy smear of smoke on the horizon will queue up a crowd as if for a Valkyrie passing.”

“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.”

Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses

“And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds. And there were all the nights and all the moons. To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle. However much things may appear to change-the sea may shift from whisper to rage, the sky might go from fresh blue to blinding white to darkest black-the geometry never changes. Your gaze is always a radius. The circumference is ever great. In fact, the circles multiply. To be a castaway is to be caught in a harrowing ballet of circles.”

May Two Facts Might Night Black White Sea Sky Wind Moon Blue Caught Rage Circles Ballet Centre Never Change Geometry Radius Castaway

Author:Yann Martel

“Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.”

Wanted Faces Hell Sky Wind Hair Beats Window Blue Golden Pleasant Sunshine Blue Sky Happy Day

Book:Magic Rises: A Kate Daniels Novel

Source: Magic Rises: A Kate Daniels Novel

“But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.”

Beautiful Water Nature Walks Tree Sky Wind Rivers Blue Surface Ran Streams Pleasant Touching Delicious Lilies Water Lily

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

“When a strong wind blows, the clouds vanish and blue sky appears. Similarly, when the powerful wisdom that understand the nature of the mind arises, the dark clouds of ego disappear.”

Mind Wisdom Strong Nature Dark Powerful Sky Wind Ego Blue Clouds Blow Disappear Arise Blue Sky Dark Clouds Strong Winds

Author:Thubten Yeshe

“Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.”

Thinking Knows Love Mind Persons Important Simple Sky Special Wind Blue Clouds Storm Occasions Gentle Fascinating Horizon Pale Simple Things Blue Sky Reggae Every Occasion Storm Clouds

Author:Bob Marley

“As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.”

Wind Kissing Blue West Serene Whispering

Book:CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE

Source: CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE

“Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.”

Art Sky Wind Victory Summer Blue Winter Welcome Bitter Thee Vain March Mock Blue Sky Slayer

Book:The Collected Works of William Morris: With Introductions by His Daughter May Morris

Source: The Collected Works of William Morris: With Introductions by His Daughter May Morris

“Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.”

White Sky Wind Spring Blue Flying Poetry Is Yellow Tied Tails Silk Riddle Balloons Blue Sky Theorems Kites Handkerchiefs

Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

“This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.”

World Moments House Wind Blue House Of Leaves

Author:Mark Z. Danielewski

“nights and days came and passed and summer and winter and the sun and the wind and the rain. and it was good to be a little island a part of the world and a world of its own all surrounded by the bright blue sea.”

World Littles Night Sun Sea Wind Summer Rain Blue Winter Islands Summer And Winter Blue Sea

Book:The little island

Source: The little island

“A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.”

Heart Children Said Light Together Poor Sun Wind Blue Dancing Dust Spokes Valleys Crippled Thistles Dust To Dust

Author:Gabriela Mistral

“So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.”

Home Lines Air Wind Decided Blue Smoke Wet Back Home Laundry

Book:The Great Gatsby

Source: The Great Gatsby

“..she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. .. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.”

Knows World Form Sun Wonderful Tree Wind Built Breaths Blue Instance Dust Evening Gates Gray Rolling Old World Pastures Stallions

Author:Zora Neale Hurston

“A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail.”

Needs Feelings Action Young Turns Strong Wind Stones Connections Blue Sail Strong Women Terrified Oxygen Crave Choke Not Strong

Book:Moon Is Always Female

Source: Moon Is Always Female

“Like the sweet moon keeps the sky Like the wind goin' whooshing by When those ol' sunbeams break the day I will keep you while you play Just as ol' river keeps the fishes And little stars keep silver wishes Just as the ocean keeps the blue I will stand here close to you. When all around is dark and deep When them ol' shadows slowly creep Even when you're fast asleep It's you I'll keep, it's you I'll keep No need to cry, no need to fear I will always be right here. I will always be right here.”

Needs Littles Play Wish Stars Dark Break Sky Cry Sweet Wind Moon Ocean Shadow Rivers Blue Fishes Silver Creeps Sunbeams

Book:The Underneath

Source: The Underneath

“Pirate Dreams Needles and pins, Needles and pins, Sew me a sail to catch me the wind. Sew me a sail strong as the gale, Carpenter, bring out your hammers and nails. Hammers and nails, hammers and nails, Build me a boat to go chasing the whales. Chasing the whales, sailing the blue Find me a captain and sign me a crew. Captain and crew, captain and crew, Take me, oh take me to anywhere new.”

Dream Strong Wind Blue Boat Take Me Nails Sail Captains Crew Sailing Chasing Hammers Find Me Pins Needles Pirate Whales Carpenter Gale Catch Me

Author:Shel Silverstein

“It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.”

Source: The Charnel Rose. Senlin: Biography and Other Poems

“Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.”

“Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.”

Knows Hands Light Moving Growing Wind Flower Walking Red Blue Rose Golden Be You Nothingness Fog Without You Noon Wheat Your Presence

Author:Pablo Neruda

“The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night. The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again. When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart. It is your immortal inspiration.”

“When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.”

Source: Here On Earth

“Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.”

World Littles Moments Seems House Wind Wall Blue Grieving Shifting Solace Drifting House Of Leaves

Author:Mark Z. Danielewski

“There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.”

Black Behinds Sky Color Wind Red Ears Blue Paint Silver Gray Escaping Curls Sweaters Blue Sky Sparrows Lena Duchannes

Author:Kami Garcia

“Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.”

Names Sound Fire Wind Blue Thee Flames Steel Blades Rushing Razors Envelopes Sapphires Brisingr

Author:Christopher Paolini

“Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”

Looks Character Facts Light Eye Stars Black Dark Magic Air Sky Wind Blue Shining Complexes Burning Lighters Blackness Bursting

Author:Richard Curtis

“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation”

Ifs Feels Soul Speak Walks Path Feet Wind Summer Infinite Blue My Soul Evening Grass Sensations Daydreaming Countryside Wheat Gypsy Coolness Infinite Love Summer Evening

Author:Arthur Rimbaud

“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”

Source: Dandelion Wine

“Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.”

House White Wind Flower Quiet Moon Conversation Spring England Blue Colour Shock Beaten Purple New England Deserted Staggering Puff Lilac

Author:Amy Lowell

“The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky- So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest, He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; They shiver, and wake from slumber. Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears.... A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, Yet the little blue lakes tremble And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Katherine Mansfield (Illustrated)

“It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue, the shores a bank of solid gold.”

Fall Water Sky Wind Summer Gold Breaths Blue Warm Indian Autumn Shore Sunny Bluebird Indian Summer

Book:Open horizons

Source: Open horizons

“Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”

Mind Long Hands Faces Easy Space Silence Grace Wind Blue Silent Burning Height Touched Eagles Lifting Flew Sanctity Larks Delirious Surly

Author:John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

“We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue, others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.”

Want Made Light Night Certain Stars Dark Darkness Air Sea Color Wind Fine Band Mountain Cat Blue Clouds Sunset Strokes Purple Polished Bronze Dainty Dark Blue

Book:Following the Equator:

Source: Following the Equator:

“From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind Wanders by, heavy with odors Of corn and wheat and melon vines; The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze Greets them, one by one-now the oak Now the great sycamore, now the elm.”

Joy Boys Tree Cry Wind Summer Blue Distance Heavy Wander Mourning Breeze Corn August Oaks Dove Wheat Vines Ecstatic Odor Melons Delirious Duos

Book:Boy Life on the Prairie

Source: Boy Life on the Prairie

“So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.”

Long Running Earth Joy Strong White Sun Fields Wind Shadow Horse Blue Shining Winter Snow Sunlight Crystals Vigorous

Book:A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass

Source: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass

“Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.”

Source: The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader

“My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue skies and just the right amount of wind every day. The sailors were in heaven.”

Night Heaven Perfect Rooms Sea Sky Wind Amount Ocean Summer Blue Storm Weather Sailor Blue Sky Turrets

Author:Katherine Page

“Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting. Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home: And when thou to a rose shalt come That hath begun to show her bloom, Say, I send her greeting!”

May Littles Shows Home Joy Song Sky Sweet Wind Spring Blue Rose Fleeting Floats Blue Sky Greetings Chimes

Book:Poems of Sidney Lanier

Source: Poems of Sidney Lanier

“Windy or not, a day this beautiful has to be lived. The day is bright and clear, the sky blue, and the dry air feels light. A northerly wind stirs a primal urge to move. The geese feel it, and so do I. Perhaps it is a last internal vestige from a time, long ago, when we migrated with the seasons across open plains, following the animals we pursued for food. Perhaps that is why the sight of migrating geese arrests our attention, why we feel the pull. We want to go, to travel in fresh or moody weather, taking in each newly revealed vista.”

Want Feels Long Light Lasts Beautiful Moving Animal Attention Clear Air Sky Wind Seasons Sight Blue Following Weather Dry Internals Urges Long Ago Pursued Primal Geese Moody Vistas Windy

Author:Carl Safina

“Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of the sky glows to a deeper blue, to pale violet, to purple, then thins to grey. Slowly the wind falls, and the still air begins to freeze. The solid eastern ridge is black; it has a bloom on it like the dust on the skin of a grape. The west flares briefly. The long, cold amber of the afterglow casts clear black lunar shadows. There is an animal mystery in the light that sets upon the fields like a frozen muscle that will flex and wake at sunrise.”