Anyone who hasnt been in the Chilean forest doesnt know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.
Today, for some, a universe will vanish, Jane Hirshfield writes in her stunning poem about the death of a tree a quarter millennium after William Blake observed in his most passionate letter that how we see a tree is how we see the world, and in the act of seeing we reveal what we are: The tree which moves some to tears of...
Published on April 26, 2020 17:04