Famous quotes containing the words west, branch and/or feather:
“It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.”
—John Masefield (1878–1967)
“True variety is in that plenitude of real and unexpected elements, in the branch charged with blue flowers thrusting itself, against all expectations, from the springtime hedge which seems already too full, while the purely formal imitation of variety ... is but void and uniformity, that is, that which is most opposed to variety....”
—Marcel Proust (1871–1922)
“Who blows death’s feather? What glory is colour?
I blow the stammel feather in the vein.
The loin is glory in a working pallor.
My clay unsuckled and my salt unborn,
The secret child, I shift about the sea
Dry in the half-tracked thigh.”
—Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)