Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Walk in the meadows at Argenteuil by Claude Monet.
April by Mary Oliver.
Nympheas by Claude Monet.
Blossom by Mary Oliver.
Cottage Garden by Gustav Klimt.
Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Alice Hoschede in the Garden by Claude Monet.
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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring
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🌸Happy April🌸
—From The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden
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"April" from The Procession of Months (c.1889). All poems were written by fifteen-year-old Beatrice Crane and illustrated by her acclaimed artist father, Walter Crane.
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[text ID: "April" by Beatrice Crane.
"The trees are budding forth
The grass is springing green,
And APRIL, young and fair,
Appears upon the scene.
Pale golden is her hair,
Her eyes are misty blue,
And even when she smiles
Her tears fall like the dew.
Clad all in tender green,
She comes with timid feet;
A basket with her bringing
Filled full with blossoms sweet.
The primrose pale & fair,
The yellow daffodil,
The wind flower, wild hyacinth,
And other flowers still.
All these she casts around
To show that Spring is here,
With first a smile so sweet,
But dropping next a tear." /end ID]
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My love, you are just like this initial weather of April: shiny,warm,cloudy and sometimes windy, that brings hope of rain but never falls...
—Sadiya Ajaz
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No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it."
–Hal Borland
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In the first week of April, the weather turned suddenly unreasonably insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.
-Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992)
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i miss my ex best friend so much. applies to all of the best friends that life stole away from everywhere except from my heart.
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“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything ”
-William Shakespeare
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— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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April: the season of thunderstorms, power outages, wordless-ness, grief and introspection.
Sabina Yesmin
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April spread its wings around the world,
full of rain, of flowers and this distinguished scent of his: one of hope.
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