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The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.

I gazed upon the glorious sky_x000D__x000D_And the green mountains round,_x000D__x000D_And thought that when I came to lie_x000D__x000D_At rest within the ground,_x000D__x000D_'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June_x000D__x000D_When brooks send up a cheerful tune,_x000D__x000D_And groves a joyous sound,_x000D__x000D_The sexton's hand, my grave to make,_x000D__x000D_The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

Winter's done, and April's in the skies,_x000D__x000D_Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!

Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,_x000D__x000D_Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,_x000D__x000D_Here I wander in April_x000D__x000D_Cold, grey-headed; and still to my_x000D__x000D_Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,_x000D__x000D_Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;_x000D__x000D_Spring, flower-planter in meadows,_x000D__x000D_Child-conductor in willowy_x000D__x000D_Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:_x000D__x000D_Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:_x000D__x000D_O child, happy are children!

I promise to be a splendid husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, won't in my sky every day...

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

The world has enough beautiful mountains and meadows, spectacular skies and serene lakes. It has enough lush forests, flowered fields, and sandy beaches. It has plenty of stars and the promise of a new sunrise and sunset every day. What the world needs more of is people to appreciate and enjoy it.

The ideal view for daily writing, hour for hour, is the blank brick wall of a cold-storage warehouse. Failing this, a stretch of sky will do, cloudless if possible.

Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; ... 'So careful of the type', but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go' ... Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law- Tho' Nature red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

The present gives you the opportunity to dive deep into the water of life, or to fly high into the sky of life. But on both the sides there are dangers - 'past' and ´future´ are the most dangerous words in human language.

Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple.

Let's not talk about Communism. Communism was just and idea, just pie in the sky.

My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.

I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong.

I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn't fall down.

Each new development starts from something else. It does not come out of a blue sky. You make use of that which has already entered the mind.... That is the real reason for accumulating knowledge.

I tend to follow a very nocturnal sort of existence mainly because I don't much care for sunlight. Bright colors of any kind depress me, in fact. And my moods are more or less inversely related to the clarity of the sky, on any given day.... my private motto has always been that behind every silver lining there is a cloud.

It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at the blue sky for the first time, that is to say: not merely see it, but look at it and experience it and for the first time have a sense that we live in the center of a physical poetry, a geography that would be intolerable except for the non-geography that exists there - few people realize that they are looking at the world of their own thoughts and the world of their own feelings.

O, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain.