I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

anonymous fruit.

anonymous fruit.

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.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

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!

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its read more

Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.

Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is read more

Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is to commence with experience and from this to proceed to investigate the reason.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.