Dec. 16, 2016

Aesthetic Wonder Of Nature in Poetry

     We are human in good part because of the particular way we affiliate with other organisms.  They are the matrix in which the human mind originated and is permanently rooted, and they offer the challenge and freedom innately sought. To the extent that each person can feel like a naturalist, the old excitement of the untrammeled world will be regained. I offer this as a formula of reenchantment to invigorate poetry and myth: mysterious and little known organisms live within walking distance of where you sit. Splendor awaits in minute proportions.
  (Edward O. Wilson, Biophilia, 1984, p. 139)
 

The Good Story by Lauren de Boer
The wild will come to you
Like a good story
Peopled with creatures
If you are still long enough
Like a gift of grace, a giving
That renews the marrow
And provides a home
For those occupied with alien stories
For those distracted by the search. 
 

The Tables Turned

by William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; 
Or surely you'll grow double: 
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; 
Why all this toil and trouble? 
 
The sun above the mountain's head, 
A freshening lustre mellow 
Through all the long green fields has spread, 
His first sweet evening yellow. 
 
Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: 
Come, hear the woodland linnet, 
How sweet his music! on my life, 
There's more of wisdom in it. 
 
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! 
He, too, is no mean preacher: 
Come forth into the light of things, 
Let Nature be your teacher. 
 
She has a world of ready wealth, 
Our minds and hearts to bless— 
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, 
Truth breathed by cheerfulness. 
 
One impulse from a vernal wood 
May teach you more of man, 
Of moral evil and of good, 
Than all the sages can. 
 
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; 
Our meddling intellect 
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— 
We murder to dissect. 
 
Enough of Science and of Art; 
Close up those barren leaves; 
Come forth, and bring with you a heart 
That watches and receives. 
 
 

Resilience of Nature and Life

Tiny
Tender shoots,
Outgrowths of an uprooted tree,
Stir and wake from a dormant state,
Thrusting their way up, crack open a hard
Stone surface; in search of sunlight,
They claim their right
To live
Resilience of Nature and Life !!

Nature is resilient.  Tiny trees and weeds never give up hope and keep on sprouting, showing their resilience and determination.   © 8 months ago, Somali K Chakrabarti   

 

On Being Human by C.S. Lewis

Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence
Behold the Forms of nature. They discern
Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities
Which mortals lack or indirectly learn.
Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying,
Pure Earthness and right
Stonehood from their clear,
High eminence are seen;
unveiled, the seminal
Huge Principles appear.
The Tree-ness of the tree they know—the meaning of
Arboreal life, how from earth’s salty lap
The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness
Enacted by leaves’ fall and rising sap;
But never an angel knows the knife-edged severance
Of sun from shadow where the trees begin,
The blessed cool at every pore caressing us
—An angel has no skin.
They see the Form of Air; but mortals breathing it
Drink the whole summer down into the breast.
The lavish pinks, the field new-mown, the ravishing
Sea-smells, the wood-fire smoke that whispers Rest.
The tremor on the rippled pool of memory
That from each smell in widening circles goes,
The pleasure and the pang—can angels measure it?
An angel has no nose.
The nourishing of life, and how it flourishes
On death, and why, they utterly know; but not
The hill-born, earthy spring, the dark cold bilberries.
The ripe peach from the southern wall still hot
Full-bellied tankards foamy-topped, the delicate
Half-lyric lamb, a new loaf’s billowy curves,
Nor porridge, nor the tingling taste of oranges.
—An angel has no nerves.
Far richer they! I know the senses’ witchery
Guards us like air, from heavens too big to see;
Imminent death to man that barb’d sublimity
And dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be.
Yet here, within this tiny, charmed interior,
This parlour of the brain, their Maker shares
With living men some secrets in a privacy
Forever ours, not theirs.

by William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand

And heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour.

 

Waves pounding
My heart beats along

Wind whispering
My voice fades away

Clouds rolling
My eyes follow

Grass waving
My mind waves back

Sun warming
My skin gathers the warmth

I smile
Everything smiles back 

 by The Immortal Resilience

 

Climb the mountains and
get their good tiddings
Nature's peace will flow into you
 as sunshine flows into trees
                      by John Muir

 

Terra Incognita

There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of
 vast ranges of experience, like the humming of unseen harps,
 we know nothing of, within us.

Oh when man has escaped from the barbed-wire entanglement
 of his own ideas and his own mechanical devices
 there is a marvelous rich world of contact and sheer fluid beauty
 and fearless face-to-face awareness of now-naked life
 and me, and you, and other men and women
 and grapes, and ghouls, and ghosts and green moonlight 
 and ruddy-orange limbs stirring the limbo
 of the unknown air, and eyes so soft
 softer than the space between the stars.
 And all things, and nothing, and being and not-being
 alternately palpitate,
 when at last we escape the barbed-wire enclosure
 of 
Know-Thyself, knowing we can never know,
 we can but touch, and wonder, and ponder, and make our effort
 and dangle in a last fastidious fine delight
 as the fuchsia does, dangling her reckless drop
 of purple after so much putting forth
 and slow mounting marvel of a little tree.

                                                                                by D.H Lawrence

 

 

William Blake
From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.
The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center:
In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell
And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without