What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The people of Abadan defended the city with empty hands, and our sons and brothers fell to the ground like flowers in… — Camelia Entekhabifard Copy Share Image
“Wondering When the Strings Will Snap” poem: “The marigolds herald autumn’s colors already In their sun-shrine faces, iconographic Floral worship of their… — Elizabeth Barrette Copy Share Image
“Should we only be interested to view the cherry blossoms at their peak, or the moon when it is full? To yearn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy. — Dogen Copy Share Image
