Charlotte Turner Smith: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than fear
Josephine Dickinson: 6018
At Hartford Connecticut a man steps out on the tarmac, one foot in front of the other, as the plane begins to move. Above Hartford a wooded hilly landscape, a … Continue reading
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Ode to the Schorren
& their skin-thin silt the Scheldt ground down from rocks, slopes & swamps — a rainy-day-gray mud, that satin muck that slips through fingers & escapes toward the insatiable North … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Singing Canyon Sonnet
I have to say something about the blue grasses by the side of the road, the red rock rising behind them, a lacy kind of scrub juniper, yellow-green in afternoon … Continue reading
Video: Weather Words
“Words act as compass,” Robert Macfarlane suggests, “place speech serves literally to enchant the land; to sing it back into being and to sing one’s being back into it.”
Judith A. Brice: Before the Terns
It’s always the waves I hear, the lapping of the lake at Walloon— perhaps the first sound my young memory held, before the kingfishers’, the terns’ bolting splash to grab … Continue reading
Michael Simms: The Garden and the Drone
We come to the garden because it is beautiful. Arborvitae, hydrangea, anemone— Even the names are beautiful. . The men who call themselves our leaders Seem far away. We feel … Continue reading
Mary Oliver: Nature and the Poet
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.
Video: The Silent Friends
The abiding bond between people and trees is celebrated in this cinematic ode produced by the Spanish filmmaking company Kauri. The Big Banyan Tree is considered to be one of … Continue reading
Fred Maus: New Mexico, Devisadero Loop
. We walked together six hours, uphill from the road to the wooden sign at the trailhead, then up the trail, . straining to breathe thin air, thinking about our … Continue reading
Jenne’ Andrews: Intrepid Eye, Majestic World
. How beautiful the eyeball, flecked with the residual color of the terrain—nightfall in the blue canyons, goldenrod selvage of sea cliff. Sun-kissed– the amplitude of the turning earth. It … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: You in the Mercedes
You in the Mercedes with a phone clamped to your ear honking at the farmer who’s had the temerity to drive a tractor, slowly, in a no-passing zone, in front … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Sanity
Hands deep in loam. Leaning my face against a draft horse to hear his heart. The molasses smell of dark grain. The smell of a woman’s hair. The meadow quiet … Continue reading
