The symbol of perpetual youth, the grass-blade, like a long green ribbon, streams from the sod into the summer, checked indeed by ...the frost, but anon pushing on again, lifting its spear of last year's hay with the fresh life below. It grows as steadily as the rill oozes out of the ground.... So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am packing my belongings in the shawl my mother used to wear when she went to the market. And I am going from my valley. But thi...s time I shall never return. I am leaving behind me my 50 years of memory--memory. Strange that the mind will forget so much of what only this moment has passed and yet hold clear and bright the memory of what happened years ago of men and women long since dead. Yet who shall say what is real and what is not. Can I believe this all gone when their voices are still a glory in my ears. No. And I will stand to say no and no again, for they remain within my mind. There is no fence nor hedge around time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it, if you can remember. So I can go close my eyes on my valley as it is today and it is gone. And I see it as it was when I was a boy--green it was and possessed of the plenty of the earth. In all Wales there was none so beautiful.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the nature of men having escaped one extreme, which by force they were constrained long to endure, to run headlong into the ...other extreme, forgetting that virtue doth always consist in the mean. How to be green? Many people have asked us this important question. It's really very simple and requires no expert knowledge or complex skills. Here's the answer. Consume less. Share more. Enjoy life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
An aspiring genius was D. Green: The son of a farmer, age fourteen;... His body was long and lank and lean-- Just right for flying, as will be seen;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our law very often reminds one of those outskirts of cities where you cannot for a long time tell how the streets come to wind abo...ut in so capricious and serpent-like a manner. At last it strikes you that they grew up, house by house, on the devious tracks of the old green lanes; and if you follow on to the existing fields, you may often find the change half complete.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that loo...ked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Pike, three inches long, perfect Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold.... Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin. They dance on the surface among the flies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoo...ts two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It must be terrible to bury someone you love in early May, when the ground is beginning to thaw and stretch and turn bright green ...and the smell of lilacs tumbles down from the bushes like a little benediction. Or in September, when the noon sun is still warm on your face but the evenings are cool enough for flannel and an extra blanket dragged up from the footboard in the middle of the night. Or at Christmas. It must be terrible at Christmas. February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »