You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you
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.
|1917||God's World||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1912||Conversion||T. E. Hulme|
|1912||Above the Dock||T. E. Hulme|
|1921||The Swan||John Gould Fletcher|
|1912||The Embankment||T. E. Hulme|
|1917||Dawn||John Gould Fletcher|
|1921||Weeds||Edna St. Vincent Millay|