O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
“The night air was soft, and laden with the redolence of impending blossoms. The sky unfolded and lit up the earth in… — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
