What did W. H. Auden mean by: The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won’t be flowers - W. H. Auden Poet · England Copy
+ Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead. Feraz Zeid, July 13, 2023December 12, 2023, W. H. Auden, Art, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won’t believe again in their own size. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, W. H. Auden, Believe, Giants, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ To discover how to be human now is the reason we follow this star. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, W. H. Auden, Human, Stars, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ Few people take an interest in Iceland, but in those few the interest is passionate. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, W. H. Auden, Passion, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us. Feraz Zeid, October 22, 2023December 26, 2023, W. H. Auden, Book, Reading, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ Sincerity is technique. Feraz Zeid, July 29, 2023December 12, 2023, W. H. Auden, Crafts, Sincerity, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, W. H. Auden, Body, Our World, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
+ Words are for those with promises to keep. Feraz Zeid, June 10, 2023December 12, 2023, W. H. Auden, Promise, 0 - W. H. Auden Poet · England
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
