Quotes About Nature

We were still on the whale road, in the wind that keened and thrummed the ropes.

I was a couple of summers past twenty but I felt there were stones under that frozen, dun earth that were younger than me.

O to break loose, like the chinooksalmon jumping and falling back,nosing up to the impossiblestone and bone-crushing waterfall.

your old-fashioned tirade—loving, rapid, merciless—breaks like the Atlantic Ocean on my head.

Oh to break loose like the chinook salmon jumping and falling back, nosing up to the impossible stone and bone-crushing waterfall.... Time to grub up and junk the year's output, a dead wood of dry verse: dim confession, coy revelation, liftings, listless self-imitation, whole days when I could hardly speak, came pluming home unshaven, weak and willing to read anyone things done before and better done....

We wished our two souls might return like gulls to the rock. In the end, the water was too cold for us.

you trip and lance Your finger at a crab. It strikes. You rub It inch-meal to a bilge of shell. You dance Child-crazy over tub and gunnel, grasping Your pitchfork like a trident, poised to stab The greasy eel-grass clasping and unclasping The jellied iridescence of the crab.

The thick lemony honeysuckle, climbing from the earthroot to your window, will open more beautiful blossoms to the evening;

distant hills powdered blue as a girl's eyelid

Then the dry road dust rises to whiten the fatigued elm leaves- the nineteenth century, tired of children, is gone. They're all gone into a world of light; the farm's my own.

For a week my heart has pointed elsewhere: it brings us here tonight, and ties our hands– if we leaned forward, and should dip a finger into this river's momentary black flow, infinite small stars would break like fish. from "The Charles River

The barberry berry sticks on the small hedge, cold slits the same crease in the finger, the same thorn hurts. The leaf repeats the lesson.

Things last, but sometimes for days here only children seem fit to handle children, and there is no utility or inspiration in the wind smashing without direction. The fresh paint on the captains' houses hides softer wood.

Some morbidity in me attracts mosquitoes

The dead season when wolves live off the wind.

And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.

The success of any trap lies in its fundamental simplicity. The reverse trap by the nature of its single complication must be swift and simpler still.

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.

A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

The only Zen you can find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.

It's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top.

The real purpose of the scientific method is to make sure nature hasn't misled you into thinking you know something you actually don't know.