“It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves,… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“He was among trees then, spring trees tender with the new matchless green of young leaves, and a clear sun dappling them;… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
