Movement

I'm not interested in how people move, but in what moves them. ~Pina Bausch

Cherry Tree

I never see the prettiest thing -
A cherry bough gone white with Spring -
But what I think, "How gay 'twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree."

~Dorothy Parker

Spring

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

Whilst the Leaves

Cool murmur of water through apple-wood
Troughs without number
The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves
Lend their music to slumber.
~Sappho

The Rose

But she that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. ~Anne Bronte

Poet

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ~W. H. Auden

Summer

In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams