season

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6c09794	The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.	apple apples april auden autumn burns byron coffee de-la-mare fall hart-crane insomnia keats longfellow may milton morris night nocturnal poetry poets pope schiller season seasons september shelley spender spring tea tennyson winter wordsworth writers writing	Helen Bevington
1fe848c	Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.	inspirational landscape mockingbird scout season summer	Harper Lee
0f46e89	"October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."	book ending-a-chapter fairy-tale garden happiness happy-ending october reading satisfaction season seasons tale turning-a-page	Neil Gaiman
05fa885	"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."	her leaves season seasons snow summer winter	Kahlil Gibran
39f3929	Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild? When will come blue Madoc's child?	child gold old-growing season water	Madeleine L'Engle
980dbdb	Lights from across the bay twinkled in the night and Christmas carols played softly in the background. She wished for snow to fall to add to the season.	christmas christmas-carols fall music season snow	Sharon Brubaker

6c09794

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

apple apples april auden autumn burns byron coffee de-la-mare fall hart-crane insomnia keats longfellow may milton morris night nocturnal poetry poets pope schiller season seasons september shelley spender spring tea tennyson winter wordsworth writers writing

Helen Bevington

1fe848c

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

inspirational landscape mockingbird scout season summer

Harper Lee

0f46e89

"October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."

book ending-a-chapter fairy-tale garden happiness happy-ending october reading satisfaction season seasons tale turning-a-page

Neil Gaiman

05fa885

"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

her leaves season seasons snow summer winter

Kahlil Gibran

39f3929

Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild? When will come blue Madoc's child?

child gold old-growing season water

Madeleine L'Engle

980dbdb

Lights from across the bay twinkled in the night and Christmas carols played softly in the background. She wished for snow to fall to add to the season.

christmas christmas-carols fall music season snow

Sharon Brubaker