Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen… Read More »The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep

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Ode to Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the… Read More »The Redbreast Whistles

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A Walk My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;… Read More »The Wind In Our Faces

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“If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.” —Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God     source: poemhunter.com,  image: pexel.com

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“I shall soon be rested,” said Fanny; “to sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure, is the most perfect refreshment.” —Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (Chapter 9)   source: austenprose.com

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“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” -Henry David Thoreau, Walden   source:goodreads.com,  image: pexel.com

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