In Place

#painting Jan Brueghel the Elder Forest landscape, 1605-1610 “When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.” —John Muir #poem Henry David Thoreau Nature, 1862 in Poems of Nature O Nature! I do not aspire To be the highest in thy quire,— To be a meteor in the sky, Or comet that may range on high; Only a zephyr that may blow Among the reeds by the river low; Give me thy most privy place Where to run my airy race. In some withdrawn, unpublic mead Let me sigh upon a reed, Or in the woods, with leafy din, Whisper the still evening in: Some still work give me to do,— Only—be it near to you! For I’d rather be thy child And pupil, in the forest wild, Than be the king of men elsewhere, And most sovereign slave of care: To have one moment of thy dawn, Than share the city’s year forlorn. #poetry: https://archive.org/details/poemsofnature1895thor/page/n23/mode/2up #works (Thoreau): https://archive.org/search.php?query=creator:"Thoreau,+Henry+David,+1817-1862" #art