heart breaking apart, an instrumental eye and instrumental mind rejoicing, a last cacophony of birds. — Brook Emery, from “Very Like a Whale” Uncommon Light (River Road Press, 2007)
This is June, the month of grass and leaves … already the aspens are trembling again, and a new summer is offered me. — Henry David Thoreau, from “June 6, 1857,” Summer: From the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau, Volume 6. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, May 26, 2006)
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. — Henry David Thoreau, Walden. (Princeton University Press; 150th Anniversary edition with a New introduction by John Updike edition April 18, 2004) Originally published 1854.
and the heart, if it is still alive, feels something— a yearning for which we have no name but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness, — Mary Oliver, from “A Fox in the Dark,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems (Beacon Press, 2010)
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden. (Princeton University Press; 150th Anniversary edition with a New introduction by John Updike edition April 18, 2004) Originally published 1854.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. — Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” American Primitive. (Back Bay… Continue reading Mary Oliver
Believe me these are not just words talking. This is my life, thinking of the darkness to follow. — Mary Oliver, from “Sand Dabs, Three,” West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1997)