Obey the moment,
inexorable rider,
impetus of life.
January 26, 1852
While men believe in
the infinite some ponds will
be thought bottomless.
The wintriest scene
while the snow is yet falling
seen in perfection.
January 26, 1855
Cocks crow in the yard
and the hens cackle and scratch.
Eggs must be plenty.
January 26, 1858
Cocks crow in the yard
and the hens cackle and scratch.
Eggs must be plenty.
January 26, 1858
Sitting in the woods
in a wam rain meditating
under umbrella.
Sitting in warm rain
I meditate in the woods
under my umbrella.
Though you walk each day,
you do not foresee the walk
you have the next day.
January 26, 2019
The white maple buds look large, with bursting downy scales as in spring. January 26, 1856
I like to sit still under my umbrella and meditate in the woods in this warm rain. January 26, 1858
A new disposition of the clouds will make the most familiar country appear foreign. January 26, 1852
January 26, 2018
January 26, 2018
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
What you recall of
a walk the second day will
differ from the first.
January 10, 1854
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