“And the flowers sing in D minor
And the birds fly happily.”

— Kurt Cobain

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Song lyrics, B-sides and compilation tracks (1989-1993)

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Kurt Cobain158

American musician and artist 1967–1994

A.R. Ammons (1926–2001) American poet

The Really Short Poems of A. R. Ammons (1991)

“A fly is a fly, and a flower is a flower, but a hornet is an organization.”

Henry Schriver (1914–2011) American politician

Cows, Kids, and Co-ops

“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.”

Robert Herrick book Hesperides

"Argument of His Book".
Hesperides (1648)

“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”

Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) Bengali polymath

“One, two, three like a bird I sing, 'cause you given me the most beautiful set of wings.
I'm so glad you're here today, 'cause tomorrow I might have to go and fly away. Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.”

Tim McGraw (1967) American country singer

Last Dollar (Fly Away)
Song lyrics, Let It Go (2008)

“I sing as the bird sings
That lives in the boughs.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German writer, artist, and politician

Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt
Der in den Zweigen wohnet.
Bk. II, Ch. 11
Wilhelm Meister's Lehrjahre (Apprenticeship) (1786–1830)

“The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from ours, with flowers and fruits each according to their kind, many birds and little birds which sing very sweetly.”

Cristoforo Colombo (1451–1506) Explorer, navigator, and colonizer

28 October 1492
Journal of the First Voyage

“Yet came there never voice nor sign;
But through my being stole
Sense of a Universe divine,
And knowledge of a soul
Perfected in the joy of things,
The star, the flower, the bird that sings.”

Francis William Bourdillon (1852–1921) British poet

"The Chantry Of The Cherubim" in The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse (1917) by D. H. S. Nicholson.
Context: p>I buoyed me on the wings of dream,
Above the world of sense;
I set my thought to sound the scheme,
And fathom the Immense;
I tuned my spirit as a lute
To catch wind-music wandering mute.Yet came there never voice nor sign;
But through my being stole
Sense of a Universe divine,
And knowledge of a soul
Perfected in the joy of things,
The star, the flower, the bird that sings.Nor I am more, nor less, than these;
All are one brotherhood;
I and all creatures, plants, and trees,
The living limbs of God;
And in an hour, as this, divine,
I feel the vast pulse throb in mine.</p