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 actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with read more

The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.

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.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.

Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will read more

Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will prove just as hardy.

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a read more

Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.