One afternoon in the fall, November 21st, I saw Fair Haven Pond with its island and meadow; between the island and the shore, a strip of perfectly smooth water in the lee of the island; and two hawks sailing over it; and something more I saw which cannot easily be described February 14, 1851
Coincidences like this are accompanied by a certain flash as of hazy lightning, flooding all the world suddenly with a tremulous serene light which it is difficult to see long at a time. November 21, 1850
With its island and
meadow between the island
and the shore and its
strip of perfectly
still and smooth water in the
lee of the island,
I see Fair Haven
and two hawks, fish hawks perhaps,
sailing over it.
I do not see how
it could be improved or yet
what these things can be.
I begin to see
such an object when I cease
to understand it.
These forms and colors
so adapted to my eye,
meadow and island.
What are these things?
The hawks and ducks so aloof --
Nature so reserved.
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I see Fair Haven Pond
with its island and meadow
between the island
and the shore and a
strip of perfectly still and
smooth water in the
lee of the island
and two hawks fish hawks perhaps
sailing over it.
I do not see how
it could be improved or yet
what these things can be.
I begin to see
such an object when I
cease to understand it.
and I see that I
did not appreciate or
realize it before --
how adapted these
forms and colors to my eye!
meadow and island!
Nature so reserved!
the hawks and ducks so aloof!
What are these things?
I get no further than this
.
We are made to love
pond and meadow as the wind
to ripple water.
See also
- July 16, 1851(" To have such sweet impressions made on us, such ecstasies begotten of the breezes! . . .There comes into my mind such an indescribable, infinite, all-absorbing, divine, heavenly pleasure, a sense of elevation and expansion, and [I] have had nought to do with it. I perceive that I am dealt with by superior powers. This is a pleasure, a joy, an existence which I have not procured myself.”)
- January 26, 1852 ("Let us preserve, secure, protect the coincidence of our life with the life of nature.")
- April 18, 1852 (""Why should just these sights and sounds accompany our life? ")
- August 3, 1852 (" By some fortunate coincidence of thought or circumstance I am attuned to the universe, I am fitted to hear, my being moves in a sphere of melody, my fancy and imagination are excited to an inconceivable degree.")
- August 23, 1852 ("What are these rivers and hills, these hieroglyphics?")
- August 23, 1852 ("I look out at my eyes, I come to my window, and I feel and breathe the fresh air. It is a fact equally glorious with the most inward experience.")
- June 5, 1853 ("The heavens and the earth are one flower. The earth is the calyx, the heavens the corolla")
- Walden ("Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.")
- September 4, 1854 ("Nature is stung by God and the seed of man planted in her. ")
- September 9, 1854 ("Thus the earth is the mother of all creatures. ")
- January 12, 1855 (" It is not merely crow calling to crow, for it speaks to me too. I am part of one great creature with him; if he has voice, I have ears. I can hear when he calls. Ah, bless the Lord, O my soul! bless him for wildness, for crows that will not alight within gunshot! and bless him for hens, too, that croak and cackle in the yard! ")
- December 11, 1855 ("I am struck by the perfect confidence and success of nature")
- December 5, 1856 ("I have never got over my surprise that I should have been born into the most estimable place in all the world, and in the very nick of time, too")
- November 22, 1860 ("Still nature is genial to man. Still he beholds the same inaccessible beauty around him. Simply to see to a distant horizon through a clear air, - the fine outline of a distant hill or a blue mountain- top through some new vista, - this is wealth enough for one afternoon. ")
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, November 21.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, We are made to love
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 © 2009-2023
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