All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
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Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; read more
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
Every advance in civilization has been denounced as unnatural while it was recent
Every advance in civilization has been denounced as unnatural while it was recent
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
