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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.
The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is read more
The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is the regularity of nature.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The read more
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Rainbows apologize for angry skies.
Rainbows apologize for angry skies.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
