Showing posts with label William Benjamin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Benjamin. Show all posts

Friday, January 17, 2014

Kindred rocks

January 17.




Janiuary 17, 2020

Surveying for William O. Benjamin in east part of Lincoln. Saw a red squirrel on the wall, it being thawing weather. 

Human beings with whom I have no sympathy are far stranger to me than inanimate matter, — rocks or earth. Looking on the last, I feel comparatively as if I were with my kindred.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 17, 1854

Saw a red squirrel on the wall. See January 17, 1860 ("They seem to select for their own abode a hillside where there are half a dozen rather large and thick white pines near enough together for their aerial travelling,"); See also Henry Thoreau, A Book of the Seasons, The Red Squirrel.

I feel as if rocks or earth were my kindred. See January 14, 1852 ("We are related to all nature, animate and inanimate"); August 30 1856 (“I believe almost in the personality of such planetary matter.); February 20, 1857 ("I am that rock by the pond-side.")

Janauary 7. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, January 17

January 17, 2023

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 ©  2009-2024

tinyurl.com/hdt18540117

Popular Posts Last 30 Days.

The week ahead in Henry’s journal

The week ahead in Henry’s journal
A journal, a book that shall contain a record of all your joy.
"A stone fruit. Each one yields me a thought." ~ H. D. Thoreau, March 28, 1859


I sit on this rock
wrestling with the melody
that possesses me.