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" One touch of nature

makes all the world kin "

William Shakespeare

Everyone Sang

July 15th, 2011

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such delight

As prisoned birds must find in freedom,

Winging wildly across the white

Orchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;

And beauty came like the setting sun:

My heart was shaken with tears; and horror

Drifted away…O, but Everyone

Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

Siegfried Sassoon

These Temples Grew

July 15th, 2011

I have seen in a sky a chain of summer lightning which at once showed to me that the Greeks drew from Nature when they painted the thunderbolt in the hand of Jove. I have seen a snowdrift along the sides of the stone-wall which obviously gave the idea of the common architectural scroll to abut a tower.

The Gothic church plainly originated in a rude adpatation of the forest trees with all their boughs to a festal or solemn arcade, as the bands about the cleft pillars still indicate the green withes that tied them.  No one can walk through a road cut through pine woods, without being struck by the architectural appearance of the grove, especially in winter, when the barreness of all other trees shows the low arch of the Saxons. In the woods in a winter afternoon one will see as readily the  origin of the stained glass window, with which the Gothic cathedrals are adorned, in the colours of the western sky seen through the bare and crossing branches of the forest. Nor can any lover of nature enter the old piles of Oxford and the English cathedrals, without feeling that the forest overpowered the mind of the builder, and that his chisel, his saw and plane still produced its ferns, it spikes of flowers, its locust, elm, oak, pine, fir and spruce…These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass.     Emerson

What Lies Within Us

July 15th, 2011

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us…   –  Emerson