Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Interpretation
This quote evokes the beauty and delicacy of nature during the month of June.
In this quote, Pablo Neruda captures the essence of June through vivid imagery, suggesting a serene and vibrant natural world. The use of colors and sensations indicates the beauty of the season, while the comparison of the month to a trembling butterfly highlights its fragility and transient quality.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the beauty of nature and the changing seasons.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.β - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
The supreme reality of our time is the vulnerability of our planet.
Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
Even in the stifling bosom of the town,_x000D_ _x000D_ A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms_x000D_ _x000D_ That soothes the rich possessor; much consol'd,_x000D_ _x000D_ That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint,_x000D_ _x000D_ Or nightshade, or valerian, grace the well_x000D_ _x000D_ He cultivates.
The whole of nature cries out at our mistreatment of her. If the planet were a patient, we would have treated her long ago.
Every time you dive, you hope you'll see something new - some new species. Sometimes the ocean gives you a gift, sometimes it doesn't.
The summer breeze was blowing on your face_x000D_ _x000D_ Within your violet you treasure your summery words_x000D_ _x000D_ And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine_x000D_ _x000D_ Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
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