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I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they read more
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Man must go back to nature for information.
Man must go back to nature for information.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
