Category: landscape

Then let not Winter’s ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill’d.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
    Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair
    To be Death’s conquest, and make worms thine heir.

William Shakespeare.

This is not the year for palliatives. It is not the year for knowing what to do.

This is the year the planet grew smaller
and no country would consent to its defeat.

Camille T. Dungy

There is something infinitely healing in these repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

Rachel Carson.

A place that holds something far-reaching and infinitely healing in these repeated refrains of nature.

  Lord,
          when you send the rain,
          think about it, please,
          a little?
  Do
          not get carried away
          by the sound of falling water,
          the marvelous light
          on the falling water.
    I
          am beneath that water.
          It falls with great force
          and the light
Blinds
          me to the light.

Untitled, James Baldwin

the one whispering an old, old tune into the ear
of the other –?Baby, baby, don’t leave me this way.

[…]

It meant nothing to me?–?
then, at least?–?but did you know the collective noun
for swans is a lamentation? And is a lamentation not
its own species of song?

John Murillo, Upon Reading That Eric Dolphy Transcribed Even the Calls of Certain Species of Birds,