(Cummington, 3 November 1794 – New York, 12 June 1878).
American Romantic nature poet and journalist who belonged to the group of the Fireside Poets.
William Cullen Bryant. Photo: wikipedia.org
The quiet August noon has come. A slumberous silence fills the sky. The winds are still, the trees are dumb. In glassy sleep, the waters lie.
Photo by Kordi Vahle – Dolomites, Italie
The linden, in the fervors of July, hums with a louder concert.
Photo by FrauW-Werkstatt
Do not the bright June roses blow to meet thy kiss at morning hours?
Photo by Mahosadha Ong
The August cloud melts into streams of rain.
Photo by Karl Egger
Autumn: the last and most beautiful smile of the year.
Photo: Bea Arnold
The February sunshine steeps your boughs, and tints the buds, and swells the leaves within.
Photo: we naturelovers. Meaning 🌤️🌿: The line personifies a tree (“your branches”) and describes how the soft, early February sun: Drenches the branches with light and warmth, Brings color to the buds, and swells the still hidden leaves. Themes: Hope and renewal after winter. Nature’s invisible preparation for spring. Subtle yet unstoppable growth. Origin and Author 🏛️:Attribution: Generally attributed to William Cullen Bryant.Context: Fits Bryant’s nature poems about late winter/early spring (style and theme are consistent). Note: In quotation collections, the line often circulates without clear identification of the exact poem or year of publication. It is almost always attributed to Bryant, but precise citations are often missing from popular sources.
Door Pieter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
