I Woke: —
Night, lingering, poured upon the world
Of drowsy hill and wood and lake
And the breeze accompanied with hushed fingers
On the birches.
Gently the dawn held out to me
A golden handful of bird’s-notes.
The natural world has been one of the recurring subjects of poetry, frequently the primary one, in every age and every country. Yet we cannot easily define nature, which, as Gary Snyder points out in his preface to No Nature (1992), “will not fulfill our conceptions or assumptions” and “will dodge our expectations and theoretical models.” Yet the urge to describe the natural world—its various landscapes, its changing seasons, its surrounding phenomena—has been an inescapable part of the history of poetry.
|1921||Mariposa||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1921||Elegy Before Death||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1921||Song of a Second April||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|On a Succession of Mornings||Cathie Sandstrom|
|2012||In Cleaning||Leah Naomi Green|
|2017||Fungus on Fallen Alder at Lookout Creek||Ellen Bass|
|2014||Venison||Leah Naomi Green|
|2017||To the Cardinal, Attacking His Reflection in the Window||Leah Naomi Green|
|2017||Narration, Transubstantiation||Leah Naomi Green|