Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

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.

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish read more

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. read more

A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.rn

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

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.