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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

William Butler Yeats: The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…

October 30, 2020 · Leave a comment

Ed Bieber: Cleverness

Nature is the master here: boundless, unpredictable,
full of astonishments. The children come next. I follow.

October 20, 2020 · 1 Comment

Henry Beston: A Year of life on the Great Beach of Cape Cod

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.

September 6, 2020 · 1 Comment

Philip Levine: Red Dust

I do not believe in sorrow;
it is not American.

August 9, 2020 · Leave a comment

Audio: Wendell Berry reads ‘The Peace of Wild Things’

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…

August 2, 2020 · 1 Comment

Lauren Camp: Leather World, This Bird, This Sky

I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.

July 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: Landscape Painter, Salmon Creek, July 1991

Doesn’t everyone
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.

June 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

Judith A. Brice: Notes On A Postcard

The picture would portray a few
flowering apple trees profuse in bloom
their parchment petals set
to sail with the wind, take off

May 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Frost at Midnight

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…

February 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: South of Laramie

And that is the way with love.
Speak only when you cannot help it.
However strange and vibrant the sound.

December 17, 2019 · 2 Comments

Edward Thomas: Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

October 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra Lubarsky: Speak the Name of Beauty

So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.

August 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Naomi Shihab Nye: Trees Gossip with the Birds

When the orange sun sinks over the AZIZI sign I feel
the darkening world soaking up all the extra noise

July 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

John Clare: Summer

I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.

June 28, 2019 · Leave a comment

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