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Sleep and poppies
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams. (Scharmel Iris)
By the time writing was invented, the Greeks and Egyptians had already learned to extract opium from poppies to facilitate sleep. (Kat Duff)
Not poppy nor mandragora
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday. (William Shakespeare)
Soft o’er the poppy-fields of sleep, The drowsy winds of dreamland creep. What idle things are wealth and fame Beside the treasures one could name! (Robert Loveman)
We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know. (Leigh Hunt)
Colorful blossoms sprout on the poppy,
A confused dream rises from every calyx,
It wraps itself in light cloudy foam
and descends on the eyes of the sleep-weary. (E. Marlitt)
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep. (Sarojini Naidu)
People and poppies
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel. (Kobayashi Issa)
Never be afraid to be a poppy in a field of daffodils. (Michaela DePrince)
I would like to have for each person the attention that red has for poppies. (Fabrizio Caramagna)
The marvelous insolence of the poppy growing everywhere and careless of everything, offers its red to whoever knows how to see it. (Ginevra Cardinal)
We are wild poppies, we belong to those who stay on the margins and grow in the most unexpected places. Those who don’t count, who you don’t see in well-groomed and tidy gardens, and who love weeds with their complicated stories. (Fabrizio Caramagna)
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed. (Robert Burns)
A nut was your food, and poppies the cause of sleep; and a drop of pure water used to dispel your thirst. (Ovid)
Poppies features
The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks. (John Keats)
The poppy raises in the fields its wild and frail flower, resistant and singular, that no one has planted, whose flame runs through the fields like a message. (Marcel Proust)
A faded poppy never blooms again. (Omar Khayyam)
Red poppy No fire burns like red poppy when rays flood through it, it is heaven’s most beautiful reward and shows the power of good. As delicate and fine as it may seem, it defies even strong winds, rises from the crumbs of earth to find happiness here. (Klaus Ender)
From a bud, densely hairy,
it comes to light crumpled up,
it becomes the most beautiful of its kind,
no one believes it yet. (Klaus Ender)
A merry day burns… Among the sodden grasses All the poppies are stained — like greedy impotence, Like lips full of temptation and poison, Like scarlet butterflies unfolded wings. (Innokenty Annensky)
Love and poppies
I can only love you
with kisses
And poppies. (Pablo Neruda)
My love, whose lips are softer far
Than drowsy poppy petals are,
And sweeter than the violet. (Andrew Lang)
Gentle sleep!
Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above;
And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless
My senses with the sight of her I love. (Horace Smith)
And who doesn’t have a love?
And who doesn’t cum among poppies? (Alejandra Pizarnik)
I saw swallows fleeing
hastily from the cold,
the asters have already bloomed twice,
the lilacs and the poppies —
come back,
I love you very much! (Jörn Pfennig)
Women and poppies
I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life. (Marilyn Buck)
As soon as you went out into the garden, the scarlet poppy was embarrassed, It will not calm down from envy in any way. (Omar Khayyam)
…later ones came an exceptional young maiden who glowed amid the dulness like a single bright-red poppy in a field of brown stubble. (Thomas Hardy)
I cannot tell you how it was,
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and sunny day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn; (Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Bright rays of sunshine give
light of hope for me,
caress my skin.
Poppies bloom. (Beatrix Esser-Schlierf)
Attitude to poppies
I love poppies because of the name they go by, co-que-li-cots. It’s cheerful and there’s even the laughter of happy children in it. (Romain Gary)
Dear Laura. I can’t wait to see those beautiful red poppies on the railway embankment watching the trains go by. They are so beautiful and so fragile that they remind us a little of who we are. Seeing an entire field of these cardinal flowers is pure bliss. (Arthur Rimbaud)
Poppy flowers — everyone could not believe that, as usual, they would also fall… (Soseki Natsume)
The poppies bloom,
sadness
to the tips of the hair. (Takako Hashimoto)
Death and poppies
A bright red bird holding in its beak a dim purple poppy, emblem of death, is flying towards her. (Lucien Pissarro)
Coins shadow. No light and no sound. Coins — so With the dead poppies are enough. (Marina Tsvetaeva)
In her hand, now cold and waxen, she held one little silky poppy, red with edges of white. (Nellie L. McClung)
Only those who have already lifted the lyre, even under shadows, may return the infinite praise with anticipation. Only those who ate poppy seeds with the dead, theirs, will not lose the slightest note again. Even if the reflection in the pond often blurs us: Know the picture. Only in the double range do the voices become eternal and gentle. (Rainer Maria Rilke)
Heart and poppies
My heart sometimes carelessly turns red, like a poppy flower… (Kyoshi Takahama)
And that our hearts each day open to the freshness and brilliance of poppies. (Christian Bobin)
Large calm bodies, simple hearts like poppies. (Jean Giono)
I am a poppy heart, delicate, greedy of poetry, gorged with a juice of tenderness. I bloom among the raspberries which turn into pearls of dew, the cherries listening to the dreams in the ears of children, the wild strawberries huddled in the sleeping woods. (Valérie Mazeau)
Art and poppies
The sermon is now the true poppy of literature. (David Swing)
Sometimes it is better to have a bit of romanticism, poetry, charm that takes us away from these nauseating fields. The poppy will always grow in the fields. (Arthur Rimbaud)
I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything around me glows with passion. Every day reveals a new red flower, glowing, scarlet red. Everyone around me carries them. Some wear them quietly hidden in their hearts. And they are like poppies just opening, of which one can see only here and there a hint of red petal peeking out from the green bud. (Paula Modersohn-Becker)
Gardening and poppies
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Early Summer Poppies are very difficult to transplant, owing to their long, sensitive roots, though it can be done. (Mabel Osgood Wright)
Mix with them the Oriental Poppies, which are the most showy plants possible for decorative effects. (Mary Harrod Northend)
Color and poppies
It’s the red season. Cherries and poppies. (Albert Camus)
The poppy stands in a field. Nothing to do. You are there, trying to notice the other flowers, but he stays there, staring into your gaze. And he paints red like a god. (Fabrizio Caramagna)
Black makes all the other colors sing: if you walked through a field of poppies, they would look much redder. And under your ebony wings, at harvest time, the gold of the wheat will sparkle even stronger. (Béatrice Fontanel)
Summer and poppies
Suddenly the month of June stretched out in time, like a field of poppies. (Pablo Neruda)
What had become of the sunny gaiety of the leaves, and the green poetry of the lawn where the dandelions blazed, where the poppies bled? (Guy de Maupassant)
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Life and poppies
Life has always poppies in her hands. (Oscar Wilde)
White light is not a poppy flower: three bugs and a goat will not plague it. (Vladimir Dal)
If all idiots wore a red dot, the world would be a big field of poppies! (Michel Audiard)
Wind and poppies
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. (John Keats)
Poppies in red silk shirts pass the river of air. (Christian Bobin)
Do not whip the poppy of dawn with scoops of winds. (Sergei Yesenin)
Heroes and poppies
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below. (John McCrae)
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies. (Moina Michael)
Loneliness and poppies
Only the lonely reveals the sanctity of undulating fields glowing with purple poppies. (Hans Gaefgen)
That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe. (John Berger)
The last poppies fly around, Cranes fly away, trumpeting, And nature in the painful darkness Does not look like itself. (Nikolay Zabolotsky)
Society and poppies
When Tarquin the Proud was asked what was the best mode of governing a conquered city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the tallest poppies in his garden. (Livy)
In Europe and Australia, there is something called the Tall Poppy Syndrome: People like to cut the tall poppies. They don’t want you to succeed, and they cut you down — especially people from your own social class. (Mark Burnett)
Truth and poppies
Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess. (Walter Savage Landor)
We need not be afraid of second-guessing our firm convictions or our holy truths because they often look like dazzling poppies or scented daffodils wilting after a while as if they had never existed. (Erik Pevernagie)
Wildflowers and poppies
There were wild-flowers to pluck—the bright red poppy, the gentle harebell, the cowslip, and the rose. (Charles Dickens)
Like freckles
Red glowing poppies
In the green of the meadow. (EPROM)
Relationship and poppies
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. (Janet Fitch)
I adorned your hair
with red field poppies,
the red petals
are all crushed now. (Hermann Löns)
Cornflowers and poppies
Crimson poppies and blue cornflowers gleam among the wheat, lending a touch of brilliant color to the billowy… (Thomas Dowler Murphy)
Then, having skirted a field of oats, spangled with cornflowers and poppies, we arrived at an orchard where cows, in brindle coats, were sleeping, reclining in the shade of the apple trees. (Octave Mirbeau)
Roses and poppies
She chose her colors carefully. She was dressing slowly, adjusting her petals one by one.She didn’t want to come out crumpled like poppies. (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
For happy hours the Rose will idly blow,
The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe. (Mary A. Barr)
Blood and poppies
Sometimes an entire field seemed to be watered with blood as the poppies had invaded it. (Guy de Maupassant)
Poppies (…) with buds that burst under your teeth like papillottes of red embers (…) a bouquet of bleeding flowers. (Émile Zola)
Oblivion and poppies
Does he bring rosemary for remembrance or poppy for oblivion? (Remy de Gourmont)
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. (Thomas Browne)
Wheat and poppies
The blushing poppy that nods and trembles In its scarlet hood among the wheat. (Willis Boyd Allen)
They passed ripe grain fields, in which wild scarlet poppies and tall bluebells were growing. (Eulalie Osgood Grover)
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