Quixotic Pedagogue

Spring Poetry

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.


“I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. “
— Pablo Neruda

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. “
— Pablo Neruda

“I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face. “
— Langston Hughes

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