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Quotations about the Sky
and Blue Skies
Sunrise & Sunset
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary...
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
~Emily Dickinson, c.1879
Ennis, weather-eyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up on such a day, but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might drown looking up. ~Annie Proulx, "Brokeback Mountain," 1997
...the sky. It is the part of creation in which nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man.... there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure. ~John Ruskin, "Of the Open Sky"
[H]ardly a day passes but we may see in the sky above us that God is producing scenes of perfect beauty, or of glorious majesty, which so far as we know are only produced for the sake of giving us pleasure. ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks. ~François Rabelais
Reach of primrose sky
With heaven's pale candles stored. —Jean Ingelow
Light a little trembling in the gray,
Above the folded hills. —Mrs. Browning
[The Morning Moon:]
The stars burned out in the pale blue air,
And the thin, white moon lay withering there. —Shelley
The level sun, like ruddy ore,
Lay sinking in the barren skies. —Jean Ingelow
White moonlight comes
And takes the inert landscape by surprise. —Unknown
~Hannah R. Hudson, "Word-Painting," Poems, 1874 #cento
The sky is colored infinity. ~Gladys Taber, "Fall," Stillmeadow Sampler, 1959
Here there are very beautiful fields with olive trees, which are grey and silvery green, like pollard willows. And I never get tired of the blue sky.. ~Vincent van Gogh, letter, 1889
There on the hills of summer let me lie
On the cool grass in friendship with the sky.
Let me lie there in love with earth and sun,
And wonder up at the light-foot winds that run,
Stirring the delicate edges of the trees,
And shaking down a music of the seas.
~Edwin Markham, "At Friends with Life," The Shoes of Happiness and Other Poems, 1913
Look up and behold Heaven's gallery of art, with its countless, ever-changing, golden pictures of beauty, illuminating the gorgeous curtain of ethereal blue. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Seven Seventy Seven Sensations, 1897
Oh! "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
~Lord Byron, "Don Juan," 1824 [quoting Southey about the ocean, from Madoc, 1805 –tg]
A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden. ~Terri Guillemets, "Porch swing thoughts," 2006
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
~Lord Byron, "The Dream," 1816
Father Sky has a tail the color of Mother Earth's body, while Mother Earth's tail is the color of Father Sky's body. ~"Navaho Earth Mother and Sky Father," tapestry of sand painting from the Wheelwright Museum of the American Indian, described in Arthur D. & Libby Lee Colman, The Father: Mythology and Changing Roles, 1981
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky...
~C. 3. 3. (Oscar Wilde), "The Ballad of Reading Gaol," 1897
[I]t's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear. ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958
Picasso is an artist, dear. Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid. ~Jules Feiffer, Crawling Arnold, 1961
Day holds the sky with big blue arms
Until the sun sends her off into evening
With a grateful blaze of vibrant colors
The vast space above us—so near, and yet in many respects so far beyond our reach, so familiar, and yet so strange.... the moving shapes and shifting hues of that vault which is like the floor of heaven trodden by angels... which, in indifference to its glory and beauty, we so frequently forget to look at, except with a careless reference to the state of the weather? ~Sarah Tytler, Footprints: Nature Seen on its Human Side, 1881 [Tytler was the pen name for Henrietta Keddie (1827–1914). —tg]
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes...
~E. E. Cummings (1894–1962)
...gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe... ~Terri Guillemets, "Out the upper window," 2009
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
~Thomas Hood, "Sonnet. Written in a Volume of Shakespeare," The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies and Other Poems, 1827
Sun gladdens warmth
Snow happies cold
Rain joys wet
Wind elates air
Moon calms night
Clouds giddy the sky
~Terri Guillemets, "Nature's busy-doing," 2009
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