Quotes About Nature

I also believe, along with Keats, that the Poetry of Earth is never dead, as long as Spring succeeds Winter, and man is there to perceive it....And finally, I believe that because all these things are true, Ives' Unanswered Question has an answer. I'm no longer quite sure what the question is, but I know the answer is Yes.

És hiszem Keatsszel, hogy a föld költészete véget mindaddig nem lel, amíg a telet tavasz követi, és van ember, aki észleli. Hiszem, hogy ebbÅ'l a földbÅ'l olyan zene sarjad, amely forrásai természeténél fogva tonális.

Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I'm just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

Games are nature's most beautiful creation

The birds they sang at the break of day. Start again!! I heard them say

better than wild is secretly wild

A rat is more alive than a turtle. A turtle is slow, cold, mechanical, nearly a toy, a shell with legs. Their deaths didn't count. But a white rat is quick and warm in its envelope of skin

My love is blonde and ancient I met her by the sea she was putting things together and she needed some of me

We made a little garden in the middle of L.A. so our hearts they wouldn't harden & our spirits they could play

Every soul is like a minnow Every mind is like a shark

Then it turned into a game. Games are nature's most beautiful creation. All animals play games, and the truly Messianic vision of the brotherhood of creatures must be based on the idea of the game, indeed-

Si strinsero le mani, si baciarono quando la luce fu abbastanza fioca, filtrando dorata attraverso i cespugli spinosi. Poi tornarono lentamente a casa, senza tenersi per mano, ma urtandosi a vicenda.

It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game . (Vintage; Reprint edition October 14, 2003) Originally published January 1st 1963.

I saw you watching the moon you did note hesitate to love me with it I saw you honouring the wind-flowers caught in the rocks you loved me with them

Si presero per mano e corsero giù per la collina. Le foglie secche si frantumavano sotto i piedi e loro cercarono i mucchi per calpestarle.

Take the only tree that's left And stuff it up the hole In your culture

By the eyes, some will say, but I think not, really, for to the spectral tarsier in the bush, or to the owl in the churchyard tower, man and his lights must truly hold a demonic menace.

But someone found the spirit of the place, a huge old turtle, asleep in the ferns. He was the last lord of the green water before the town poured over it. I saw his end. They pounded him to death with stones on the other side of the pool while I looked on in stupified horror. I had never seen death before.

The subtle dance of the body joins us to the world.

Everything was God, holy; as God is total, so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.

The gardener quickly reached for his spectacles and squinted at the carriage in the distance.