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A Hillside Thaw

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To think to know the country and now know
The hillside on the day the sun lets go
Ten million silver lizards out of snow!
As often as I’ve seen it done before
I can’t pretend to tell the way it’s done.
It looks as if some magic of the sun
Lifted the rug that bred them on the floor
And the light breaking on them made them run.
But if I though to stop the wet stampede,
And caught one silver lizard by the tail,
And put my foot on one without avail,
And threw myself wet-elbowed and wet-kneed
In front of twenty others’ wriggling speed,-
In the confusion of them all aglitter,
And birds that joined in the excited fun
By doubling and redoubling song and twitter,
I have no doubt I’d end by holding none.

It takes the moon for this. The sun’s a wizard
By all I tell; but so’s the moon a witch.
From the high west she makes a gentle cast
And suddenly, without a jerk or twitch,
She has her speel on every single lizard.
I fancied when I looked at six o’clock
The swarm still ran and scuttled just as fast.
The moon was waiting for her chill effect.
I looked at nine: the swarm was turned to rock
In every lifelike posture of the swarm,
Transfixed on mountain slopes almost erect.
Across each other and side by side they lay.
The spell that so could hold them as they were
Was wrought through trees without a breath of storm
To make a leaf, if there had been one, stir.
One lizard at the end of every ray.
The thought of my attempting such a stray!

 

– Robert Frost

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Norwegian Nature

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The eagle fly’s high
The whale dives low
the deer give a sigh
cry’s from the crow

Love of the four seasons
very clear reasons
the birth of the summer
woodpeckers drummer

the water is clear
fish are near
the gulls fly above
seals in Love

Norwegian Nature
you cannot manufacture
it is wild and free
buzzing from the bee

everything is very green
greener than you have ever seen
green turns to gold’s
as the autumn, unfolds

The nature in Norway
is happy everyday
it really is god’s country
some people do say

 

– David Darbyshire

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The Slow Nature

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“Thy husband–poor, poor Heart!–is dead–
Dead, out by Moreford Rise;
A bull escaped the barton-shed,
Gored him, and there he lies!”

–“Ha, ha–go away! ‘Tis a tale, methink,
Thou joker Kit!” laughed she.
“I’ve known thee many a year, Kit Twink,
And ever hast thou fooled me!”

–“But, Mistress Damon–I can swear
Thy goodman John is dead!
And soon th’lt hear their feet who bear
His body to his bed.”

So unwontedly sad was the merry man’s face–
That face which had long deceived–
That she gazed and gazed; and then could trace
The truth there; and she believed.

She laid a hand on the dresser-ledge,
And scanned far Egdon-side;
And stood; and you heard the wind-swept sedge
And the rippling Froom; till she cried:

“O my chamber’s untidied, unmade my bed,
Though the day has begun to wear!
‘What a slovenly hussif!’ it will be said,
When they all go up my stair!”

She disappeared; and the joker stood
Depressed by his neighbor’s doom,
And amazed that a wife struck to widowhood
Thought first of her unkempt room.

But a fortnight thence she could take no food,
And she pined in a slow decay;
While Kit soon lost his mournful mood
And laughed in his ancient way.

 

– Thomas Hardy

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Oh, How Silent Is The Nature

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Oh, how silent is the nature,
It only looks and only hears,
The people’s spirit in a rapture
Clings to a freedom — fast and fierce.

This planet will forget offences
Of him who trades, of him who kills,
And, as in reminiscences,
Druids will teach from greenish hills.

And, as in olden times, the poets
Will lead men’s souls up to heights,
Like Angel leads the dazzling comets
To a point, that is not in sight.

 

– Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

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Your Relationship With Nature

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Your relationship with Nature speaks volumes about you
Do you only see Nature as a means to financial gain or are you one of those who
Love Nature for her beauty and love her wildlife and her trees
And her rivers, lakes and mountains and her fields and flowers and bees?

Your relationship with Nature tells of the sort of person that you are
Do you see Nature’s protectors as those who have gone too far
In their dispute with the developer in their fight for every tree
If this be so you support the environmental vandals or so ‘twould seem to me?

Your relationship with Nature about you more can say
Than all of your friends and enemies can or so ‘twould seem that way
For your apathy to Nature tells of your inner strife
And your attitude to Nature is your attitude to life.

Your relationship with Nature says far more about you
Than anyone else of you can say as their words may not be true
For if you love Mother Nature and with her live in harmony
Then you are working for the good of all of humanity.

 

– Francis Duggan

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What Nature Brings

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Autumn leaves that turn to gold
Flowers that are bright and bold
Tremble in the cooling wind
Messages the autumn sends
Soon the winter storm so strong
We hope that it would not stay long
Now it’s almost time to change
And the landscape soon will rearrange
Spring will come before we know
This will bring a winter thaw
And then spring, oh glorious spring
Isn’t it exciting what nature brings?

 

– Marilyn Lott

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To Outer Nature

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Show thee as I thought thee
When I early sought thee,
Omen-scouting,
All undoubting
Love alone had wrought thee–

Wrought thee for my pleasure,
Planned thee as a measure
For expounding
And resounding
Glad things that men treasure.

O for but a moment
Of that old endowment–
Light to gaily
See thy daily
Irisèd embowment!

But such readorning
Time forbids with scorning–
Makes me see things
Cease to be things
They were in my morning.

Fad’st thou, glow-forsaken,
Darkness-overtaken!
Thy first sweetness,
Radiance, meetness,
None shall reawaken.

Why not sempiternal
Thou and I? Our vernal
Brightness keeping,
Time outleaping;
Passed the hodiernal!

 

– Thomas Hardy

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