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I've always felt, with 'The Iliad,' a real frustration that it's read wrong. That it's turned into this public school poem, which... →
Stripped of its plot, the 'Iliad' is a scattering of names and biographies of ordinary soldiers: men who trip over their shields, lose their... →
A living tree is a changing, sleeve shape, a wet, thin, bright green creature that survives in the thin layer between heartwood and bark. It stands... →
If you bend a branch until it's horizontal, the sap will slow to a stopping point: a comma or colon, made of leaves grown into one another and... →
It's a relief to hear the rain. It's the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of... →
Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers.
One night, I lay awake for hours, just terrified. When the dawn finally came up - the comfortable blue sky, the familiar world returning - I could... →
If you put a real leaf and a silk leaf side by side, you'll see something of the difference between Homer's poetry and anyone else's.... →
The sea has this contradictory quality, that the more you see of it, the more it overwhelms the eye and disappears in its own brightness. Like a... →
There are times when the voice of repining is completely drowned out by various louder voices: the voice of government, the voice of taste, the voice... →
Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts... →
When the wind blows through a wood, its mass is cut and closed by every leaf, forming a train of jittery vortices in the air.
I have this exercise where I force myself to look out from the flower's point of view at these great walloping humans coming down the path, and... →
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