Literary notes about FECUND (AI summary)
In literature, "fecund" is employed to evoke an image of abundant productivity and creative potency, whether in nature, art, or scholarly pursuits. Writers use it to describe landscapes that burst with life and possibility, as when the earth is portrayed as a wellspring of myriad potentials [1] or as a nurturing force that, despite scant returns, offers a latent promise of growth [2]. The term also characterizes the prolific nature of creative minds and artistic endeavors—a "fecund pen" that gives birth to resonant works [3] or a spirit that continuously generates new ideas and expressions [4]. In scientific and biological contexts, it denotes literal reproductive capacity, highlighting a natural propensity for producing offspring or ideas [5]. Overall, "fecund" serves as a versatile metaphor, uniting the realms of nature, art, and human invention in its imagery of generative abundance [6] [7].
- “Up there, down here,” he dug his foot into the fecund earth, “a thousand million possibilities wait for us to draw them forth with our minds.”
— from Billy To-morrow Stands the Test by Sarah Pratt Carr - The water moistened a small swale that lay beneath the spot, which yielded, in return for the fecund gift, a scanty growth of grass.
— from The Prairie by James Fenimore Cooper - His was a most fertile brain; his a most fecund pen.
— from Christopher Columbus and His Monument Columbia being a concordance of choice tributes to the great Genoese, his grand discovery, and his greatness of mind and purpose - The indefatigable artist, the never-ceasing creator, communicated a portion of his fecund spirit to all those young minds.
— from My Memoirs, Vol. V, 1831 to 1832 by Alexandre Dumas - Reproductive activity began in February; and in this month one-third of the females contained embryos, and 90 per cent of the males were fecund.
— from Natural History of the Prairie Vole (Mammalian Genus Microtus)[KU. Vol. 1 No. 7] by E. W. (Everett Williams) Jameson - 3 Fecund America—today, Thou art all over set in births and joys!
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman - She seemed to be in the fecund of storm life, every moment was full and busy with productiveness to her.
— from The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence
