In the forest, I saw a deer;
It sniffed the air with urgent fear...,
And then resumed its feeding,
Finding the threat of me misleading.
Deer [Lyric Poem]
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Category Archives: nature
Faux Ice [Haiku]
the low morning sun
burns through gray clouds; the
still lake looks iced over
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DAILY PHOTO: A Tree in the Savanna
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“The morns are meeker than they were” (32) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
The morns are meeker than they were --
The nuts are getting brown --
The berry's cheek is plumper --
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf --
The field a scarlet gown --
Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.
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Rhino [Lyric Poem]
Away trots a baby rhino.
It's the smallest rhino that I know,
And, yet, if it trotted on your foot,
Your foot would definitely be kaput.
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DAILY PHOTO: Symmetry
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Morning Glow [Haiku]
a bloom falls to earth;
lit up by the morning sun,
it glows… for a time.
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DAILY PHOTO: Trailside Tree
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Tree in Fog [Haiku]
the mountain fog
cannot keep the secrets
of the bare tree.
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“The Blue-Green Stream” by Wang Wei (Lowell version) [w/ Audio]
Every time I have started for the Yellow Flower River,
I have gone down the Blue-Green Stream,
Following the hills, making ten thousand turnings.
We go along rapidly, but advance scarcely one hundred li.
We are in the midst of a noise of water,
Of the confused and mingled sounds of water broken by stones,
And in the deep darkness of pine-trees.
Rocked, rocked,
Moving on and on,
We float past water-chestnuts
Into a still clearness reflecting reeds and rushes.
My heart is clean and white as silk;
it has already achieved Peace;
It is smooth as the placid river.
I long to stay here, curled up on the rocks,
Dropping my fish-line forever.
NOTE: This version was translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell in the book: Fir-Flower Tablets (1921) New York: Houghton Mifflin, p. 123
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