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“O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.”

Wells May Earth Forever Sky Sweet Green Clean Grass Beloved Blades

Author:Conrad Aiken

“The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.”

“O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree, So scant of grass, so profligate of pines”

Tree Land Sweet Red Grass Soil Gum

Book:The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer

Source: The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer

“The foot that is familiar with the grass belongs usually to a man of lighter heart than he whose soles seldom wander from the pavement; and the best elixir vitæ is a run, as often as we can contrive it, amid the sweets of new and lovely scenery, where nature sits, fresh from the hand of the Creator, almost chiding us for our delay.”

Men Heart Hands Running Feet Sweet Creator Lovely Familiar Wander Grass Delay Lighters Scenery Pavement Elixir

Author:Leopold Hartley Grindon

“There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.”

Fall Sweet Rose Grass Petals Still Waters Sweet Music

Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Beware of books. They are more than innocent assemblages of paper and ink and string and glue. If they are any good, they have the spirit of the author within. Authors are rogues and ruffians and easy lays. They are gluttons for sweets and savories. They devour life and always want more. They have sap, spirit, sex. Books are panderers. The Jews are not wrong to worship books. A real book has pheromones and sprouts grass through its cover.”

Ifs Want Book Real Spirit Sex Easy Sweet Paper Worship Lays Jew Innocent Grass Strings Ink Glue Rogues Sap Sprouts Assemblage Real Books Ruffian Pheromones

Book:Seducing the Demon: Writing for My Life

Source: Seducing the Demon: Writing for My Life

“The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.”

Hands Earth Heaven Sky Color Sweet Clothes Blue Photograph Smell Grass Shade Irises

Author:Alice Hoffman

“Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the ancient knowledge that only by being truly sick can one regain health. Even beasts know when it is good and proper to throw up. Teach me how to be sick then, in the right time and place, so that I may again walk in the fields and with the wise and smiling dogs know enough to chew sweet grass.”

Source: On stage: a chrestomathy of his plays

“(Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of the rushing wind--should not have taught them a truer meaning of life than this. They listened there, through the long days, in silence, waiting for a voice from heaven; and all day long and through the solemn night it spoke to them in myriad tones, and they heard it not.”

“Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.”

Knows Has Beens Light Sound Doors Sweet Smell Grass Shore

Author:Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. ... You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall - I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite, And day and night yield one delight once more”

Knows May Long Has Beens Stills Light Night Fall Sound Our Lives Doors Mines Sweet Delight Smell Despite Flight Grass Necks Yield Shore Long Ago Our Love Soar Veils Day And Night

Author:Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.”

Source: English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)

“And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the strangest of distractions. The greedy body that clamors for satisfaction is forced to content itself with a single sensation and, just as the blind hear more acutely and the deaf can feel the grass grow, so the mouth becomes the focus of love and all things pass through it and are re-defined. It is a sweet and precise torture.”

Way Feels Firsts Body Might Grows Pleasure Focus Sweet Kissing Mouths All Things Blind Lays Lips Satisfaction Defined Grass Torture Sensations Distraction Precise Angle Greedy Deaf Clamor

Author:Jeanette Winterson