Bees Quote by Charles Olson Download Open image “bees dig the plum blossoms” — Charles Olson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Flowers Insects Plum blossoms Plums
“Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
The cordial quality of pear or plum rises as gladly in the single tree as in whole orchards resonant with bees — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“For this, let gardens grow, where beelines end, sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia; where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise in pear… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
... store of bees, in a dry and warme bee-house, comely made of fir boards, to sing, and sit, and feede upon your flowers… — William Lawson Copy Share Image
“this is the abstract, this is the cold doing, this is the almost impossible” — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
by night only crazy things like the full moon and the whippoorwill and us, are busy. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“Objectivism is the getting rid of the lyrical interference of the individual as ego, of the “subject” and his soul, that peculiar presumption by… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“If he stays inside himself, if he is contained within his nature as he is participant in the larger force, he will be able… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
The body whips the soul. In its great desire it demands the elixir In the roar of spring, transmutations. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Pray look upon the plants and birds, the ants, spiders, and bees, and you will see them all exerting their nature, and busy in… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
You see, years ago I was just an ordinary bee minding my own business, smelling flowers all day, and occasionally picking up part-time work… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
When I heard that the bees were in trouble, the fact that they're disappearing and not coming back to the hive, which is a… — Louie Schwartzberg Copy Share Image
Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their… — Charles Tennyson Turner Copy Share Image
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
