Brazilian-poetry Quote by Cassiano Ricardo Download Open image ““...words-- a flock of birds in a tree at nightfall.”” — Cassiano Ricardo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Brazilian-poetry Trees
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“And for a time the tree stood blighted, trying to raise its stumted arms, a creature clubbed mute, only its sudden voicelessness making us… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Here the trees surrounded them with an invisible, anechoic blanket, so that every word seemed sucked into silence the moment it was uttered.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
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“...O deaf and mute and blind and beautiful and interminable rose who into time, attar and verse transmute” — Cecilia Meireles Copy Share Image