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.
|2016||Hill Behind Finn’s House, Val Verde, January||Iris Cushing|
|Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight||Jane Hirshfield|
|2016||Mud Season||Tess Taylor|
|1913||Aware||D. H. Lawrence|
|2016||Palo Borracho||Chip Livingston|
|1916||Sea Violet||H. D.|
|1918||Moth Moon||Florence Ripley Mastin|
|2016||Fog||Vi Khi Nao|
|1886||Winter Leafage||Edith Matilda Thomas|