Below – Ilya Lerner: “Covered bridge in April”
Art for April – Svitlana Tykhomyrova: “April oasis”
“I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.”
Below – Vincent van Gogh: “Woman Walking in a Garden”
by Sara Teasdale
The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Below – Philip Knaggs: “Sparrows in a Tree”
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
Below – Charles Anderson: “April Is the Cruelest Month”
Below – Thrown vase; Footed bowl; Swan-necked vase; Uranium Yellow Bowl with Bronze Lip; Bottle Vase with Flaring Lip; Pouring Vessel.
“Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.”
by Louise Gluck
No one’s despair is like my despair–
You have no place in this garden
thinking such things, producing
the tiresome outward signs; the man
pointedly weeding an entire forest,
the woman limping, refusing to change clothes
or wash her hair.
Do you suppose I care
if you speak to one another?
But I mean you to know
I expected better of two creatures
who were given minds: if not
that you would actually care for each other
at least that you would understand
grief is distributed
between you, among all your kind, for me
to know you, as deep blue
marks the wild scilla, white
the wood violet.
Below – Daniel Ridgway Knight: “Normandy Girl Sitting in a Garden”
Art for April – Vicky Tesmer: “April sky after a Storm”
This Date in Literary History: Born 1 April 1929 – Milan Kundera, an award-winning Czech-born French novelist, poet, playwright, and author of “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.”
Some quotes from the work of Milan Kundera:
“The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long that nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was… The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.”
“People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It’s not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.”
“The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. ““The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.”
“The Greek word for ‘return’ is nostos. Algos means ‘suffering.’ So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
“The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.”
“Beauty is a rebellion against time.”
“There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.”
“To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace.”
Art for April – Paulina Krajewska: “april&forest”
Musings in April: William Shakespeare
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”
Below – Joan Justis: “Children’s Garden”
Art for April – Hodaya Louis: “April’s Sun”
A Poem for April
“Song of a Second April”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day,
And shingles lie about the doors;
In orchards near and far away
The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;
The men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.
The larger streams run still and deep,
Noisy and swift the small brooks run
Among the mullein stalks the sheep
Go up the hillside in the sun,
Pensively,—only you are gone,
You that alone I cared to keep.
Below – Faith Aslan: “Lonely Woman”
Musings in April: Ellis Peters
“Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment.”
Below – Paul Ledent: “Field Flowers”
Art for April – Claude Monet: “Poppy Field”
A Poem for April
“An April Night”
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods,
And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds
Over the pools and the whimpering rills;
And with her the mists, like dryads that creep
From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,
Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,
With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.
Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow
Wanders Will-o’-the-Wisp through the night,
Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago
By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.
The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,
Akin to all eerie and elfin things,
Who weaves about us in meadow and mere
The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.
Below Breten Bryden: “Moon over Marsh Cape Cod Landscape”
Art for April – Arthur Hughes: “April Love”
Welcome, Wonderful April
Below – Lara Vald: “April”