“I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, I cannot sing the old songs-- I do not know the words.” KnowsWellsSongSleepSummerBirdFilledFamiliarTunesCompellingCradleChoirOld Song Author:Robert Jones Burdette
“Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.” StatesScienceSongUnitedSilenceBeautyMorningUnited StatesReturnSpringBirdAreasFilledSilentEnvironmentalPollutionEarly MorningSilent SpringEarly BirdBird Song Author:Rachel Carson
“A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song.” BookLightSongBlackBehindsExistenceDarknessFirePiecesBuildingWindPagesShotsEmptyMovedFilledNotesStormEveningDesertStillnessAshesTruestDeliberationCadenceFlareSwirlsDaintyUnread BooksPrancing Book:Frost and Fire Source: Frost and Fire
“At a certain age, we have already been struck by love; it no longer develops alone, according to its own mysteries and fateful laws while our hearts stand by startled and passive. We come to its assistanceRecognizing one of its symptoms, we recall, we bring back to life the others. Since we possess its song engraved in its totality within us, we do not need for a woman to tell us the beginning--filled with admiration inspired by beauty--to find the continuation.” NeedsHeartAgeLawCertainSongMysteryExperienceFilledInspiredAdmirationRecallsPassiveSymptomsTotalityContinuationEngraved Author:Marcel Proust