#nature in poems

[something-sweet-n-spicy]

[metamorphesque]

unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

buy me a coffee

[uovoc]

my sister and I both agree that one of the best parts about china was how there's food everywhere. And not just, like, bags of chips, but real hot, cooked, tasty food. You hike to the top of a mountain and there's a guy with a cart selling chicken skewers and freshly steamed corn on the cob. When you hike to the top of a mountain in america, what do you get? Nothing. An uninterrupted view of nature. Where did we go wrong as a country

[oxytocxins]

I thought the earth remembered me, 

she took me back so tenderly. 

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

insta

[daweyt]

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.

[kingchai]

haley heynderickx, jo / arthur kearns via @obsob / minnie bruce pratt, the fact of the garden 

[adriancm]

It was neither fate nor destiny, but manifestation.

[heylsgowt]

[poetryforall]

“I always wanted to conquer the world and now I have,she responded how,I remarked for I have conquered you darling”

-Prince Rabbi

[edwardian-masquerade]

"My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature."

–Claude Monet

[exhaled-spirals]

— Anne Michaels, All We Saw: Poems

[joytri]

Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?

Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions

[something-sweet-n-spicy]

[reasonsforhope]

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

—Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese"