Top 48 Spring Poetry Quotes
#1. You belong to everything and
everything belongs to you.
You are in the beauty of a flower.
You are also in the nourishing spring shower.
Then why do you fear to change?
You just lose your name
and your inner beauty remains the same.
Debasish Mridha
#2. What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call
Sara Teasdale
#3. Green trees against the sky in the spring rain while the sky set off the spring trees in the obscuration. Red flowers dot the land in the breeze's chase while the land colored up in red after the kiss.
Gayle Forman
#4. One of the springs of poetry is joy ...
May Sarton
#5. A book is a physical object in a world of physical objects. It is a set of dead symbols. And then the right reader comes along, and the words - or rather the poetry behind the words, for the words themselves are mere symbols - spring to life, and we have a resurrection of the word.
Jorge Luis Borges
#6. He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I'm really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don't like poetic language. I don't like poetry. I don't even like people who like poetry.
But I'm not dead inside either.
Nicola Yoon
#7. She could feel magic in the quiet spring day, like a sorcerer's far-off voice, and lines of poetry floated over her mind as if they were strands of spider-web.
Stella Gibbons
#8. This is the frost coming out of the ground; this is Spring. It precedes the green and flowery spring, as mythology precedes regular poetry. I
Henry David Thoreau
#9. How like a winter has been my hard spring away from you, my harp.
Psalm
David Lehman
#10. ...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.
Sanober Khan
#11. A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring;
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
and drinking largely sobers us again.
Alexander Pope
#12. What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.
Heather K. O'Hara
#13. Sing, of delight drink deep,
Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles.
Heart step up your beat!
Our breasts be the brass of cymbals.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
#14. 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.
Carl Sandburg
#15. Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Sara Teasdale
#16. And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#17. Though the body is its
genesis, a poem is the vision of a process
Out of ceaseless motion in edgeless space
Carved in space, vision your poor eye's single
armor against winter spring summer fall
Frank Bidart
#18. What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.
Kobayashi Issa
#19. Oh, sweet cherry tree-
how lovely your blossoms are.
Spring brings joy to life.
A.K. White
#20. I drink from a small spring,
my thirst exceeds the ocean.
Adam Zagajewski
#21. The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted:
Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little time.
William Shakespeare
#22. As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#24. O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
William Shakespeare
#25. Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.
Alice Cary
#26. Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Phar West Nagle
#27. Winter is already a lost shape, forgotten
in the ground. Instead, here is Spring
with all the grace of a woman
smoothing out her apron.
Cecilia Llompart
#28. Buds in the snow
- the deadly fight
between two birds
Jack Kerouac
#30. True poetry, like the religious prompting itself, springs from the emotional side of a man's complex nature, and is ever in harmony with his highest intuitions and aspirations.
Epes Sargent
#31. One spring patio is for rodeos
niggled with iodine figures, weaved
tapestries inside vast Tuileries.
But that reminds me, how exactly
do words form brittle histories
Adam Fitzgerald
#32. If Springtime crawls out of the
wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.
Cecilia Llompart
#33. A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.
George Jean Nathan
#34. Watch, how the sun
slowly rises
from behind my ear
new lines, new countries
spring up in my palms
my rough hair
become swaying silk
and all the leaves
in my body
become lusher than fruits.
Sanober Khan
#35. My husband says spring will be early.
He says this every year,
And every year I disagree.
He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.
Together we make the equinox.
Lisel Mueller
#36. Those ancients who in poetry presented
the golden age, who sang its happy state,
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place.
Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring;
these streams
the nectar of which poets sing.
Dante Alighieri
#37. Poetry springs from something deeper; it's beyond intelligence.
Jorge Luis Borges
#38. Change like a tree
When it is winter
Don't complain or fear
Just wait for the spring
To bloom and sing
Debasish Mridha
#39. April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. Eliot
#40. i feel the spring breeze ruffling
the new-hatched damp of my unfurling
feathers; i see with eyes bleary from egg-dark
the shell clinging sticky to my screaming
beak.
Beth Morey
#41. Winter Comes
Winter came too quick for me
it seems as though it was just spring.
Now summers gone and fall is here,
As the year behind just disappears.
Reed Abbitt Moore
#42. it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
E. E. Cummings
#43. Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.
Don DeLillo
#44. When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle
atop some crumbling building,
spring to life
a resuscitated
angel.
Saul Williams
#45. Unforgiveness,
splinter in your breastbone, lives
there lodged like a small tree.
Withers in winter, looms
in spring. Its fruit is sweet
on first bite, then turns
into the taste of your own flesh.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
#46. Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.
Heinrich Heine
#47. O, flower! If you bloom with love in spring,
will you understand if my soul sings?
Debasish Mridha
#48. Persephone had it right.
If you must go, might as well
take all of spring with you -
Cathy Linh Che
