To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

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.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if read more

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still read more

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

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.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.