“And elm-trees, massed like ostrich feather plumes,
Are streaked and shot with fire.”
Dorothy Wellesley, Duchess of Wellington (1889–1956) Duchess of Wellington
Poem: Lost Lane
The Christmas Tree (1953)
“And elm-trees, massed like ostrich feather plumes,
Are streaked and shot with fire.”
Dorothy Wellesley, Duchess of Wellington (1889–1956) Duchess of Wellington
Poem: Lost Lane
“Fire he sang,
that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames.”
Denise Levertov (1923–1997) Poet
A Tree Telling of Orpheus (1968)
Context: Fire he sang,
that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames.
New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer.
As though his lyre (now I knew its name)
were both frost and fire, its chords flamed
up to the crown of me.
I was seed again.
I was fern in the swamp.
I was coal.
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada (1896–1977) Indian guru
Bhagavad-Gita As It Is, Bhaktivedanta Book Trust, 1972. Chapter 10, verse 21, purport. Vedabase http://www.vedabase.com/en/bg/10/21 <br class="br">Quotes from Books: Loving God, Quotes from Books: Regression of Science
Madison Cawein (1865–1914) poet from Louisville, Kentucky
The Man Hunt.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations (1919)
Wallace Stevens book Harmonium
"The Snow Man"
Harmonium (1923)
Context: p>One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitterOf the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare placeFor the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.</p