Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Interpretation
This quote evokes the beauty and delicacy of nature during the month of June.
In this quote, Pablo Neruda captures the essence of June through vivid imagery, suggesting a serene and vibrant natural world. The use of colors and sensations indicates the beauty of the season, while the comparison of the month to a trembling butterfly highlights its fragility and transient quality.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the beauty of nature and the changing seasons.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.β - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous.
Its about cherishing the woodland at the bottom of your garden or the stream that runs through it. It affects every aspect of life.
We have become a force of nature.
I'm not a preacher, and I'm certainly not a good example, but I have my own feelings about God. I'm kind of a nature guy. My cathedral is forests, or the prairies, or the beach.
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.
We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue, others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.
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