My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red-
fast flood. Able to take
anything it could wet—in a wild rush—
all the way to Mexico.
Now it is shattered by fifteen dams
over one-thousand four-hundred and fifty miles,
pipes and pumps
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.
|1914||Ts'ai Chi'h||Ezra Pound|
|2017||Summer Haibun||Aimee Nezhukumatathil|
|2017||Sky Lake Redux||Michele Wolf|
|2017||Field Guide to the Chaparral||Leah Naomi Green|
|2017||In the Clearing||Patricia Hooper|