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There are dawns to which we never open, and singing winds to which our breasts are dumb.
~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "A Soul's Faring: VI," , 1921
God's handiwork is all about me,
As I sit on the porch and gaze
At the far-off peaks of the mountains
That are touched with the sun's bright rays.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "In the Mountains" (1940s)
But when he had thus for some hours wandered on, with drinking eye and absorbing heart, through pearl-strings of bedewed web-work, through humming vales, over singing hills, and when the violet-blue sky peacefully joined itself to the smoking heights and to the dark woods, rising like garden-walls behind each other,—when Nature opened all the pipes of the stream of life, and when all her fountains leaped up, and, flashing, played into each other, painted over by the sun,—then was Victor, who went through these flying streams with a rising and thirsty heart, lifted and softened by them; then did his heart swim, trembling like the suns image in the infinite ocean....
Then did flower, meadow, and grove dissolve into a dim immensity, and the color-grains of Nature melted away into a single broad flood, and the glimmering flood stood the Infinite One as a sun, and it, as a reflected sun, the human heart.—
All was one; all hearts grew to one greatest heart; a single life throbbed; the blooming pictures, the growing statues, the dusty clod of earth, and the infinite blue vault became the beholding face of an immeasurable soul.
~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, , translated from German by Charles T.
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Eric Hoffman, an associate editor at the time (now professor of radiology, medicine and biomedical engineering at University of Iowa), wrote to describe those days: “The first issue was printed on a printing press in the middle of the night with the two of us running it. Askold took the printing class just so that we could gain access to the press. We spent most of the time trying to back Askold’s hair out of the press after it was caught in the rollers. Later issues were printed by the Antioch Bookplate Company” (see photo, right). After Yellow Springs, Ohio, the magazine moved to northern New Jersey and then western Massachusetts before arriving, in the mid-1980s, at its current home in the College of Arts and Sciences at Boston University. We see literature and the arts as part of a broad, ongoing cultural conversation that every society needs to remain vibrant and alive. Our writers and artists hold a mirror up to nature, mankind, the world; they courageously reflect their age, for better or worse; and their work provokes perceptions and thoughts that help us understand and respond to our age. Literature for literature’s sake is not what AGNI is about.
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~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), , 1897
I am the gentle dreamer,
Weaving in and out a warp of the moon with a woof of the mist...
~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Red Threads of My Heart: VI," , 1923
Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves
Dancing to the music of God's sweet breeze.
If I might bring one orchid out of my soul...
If I might bring out of its sensitized soil one tinted petal, one delicate tendril, one gossamer tracery of leaf!
What in all my striving days do I bring forth like the grace of a single wilding rose?...
Shall I ever have a single hour like the burst of God's unnumbered dawns of day?
Shall I ever bring forth in all the years of my barren being like the verdure that grows with ease on the sides of high hills?
~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "A Soul's Faring: XLIX," , 1921
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.
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~John Heywood, 1565
You must not know too much, or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and water-craft; a certain free margin, and even vagueness—perhaps ignorance, credulity—helps your enjoyment of these things, and of the sentiment of featherd, wooded, river, or marine Nature generally.
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~Henry David Thoreau
Joy all creatures drink
At natures bosoms...
~Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller , “Ode to Joy,” translated from German
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
Sandra Effinger -- MsEffie's LifeSavers for Teachers
This natural beauty-hunger is made manifest in the little window-sill gardens of the poor, though perhaps only a geranium slip in a broken cup, as well as in the carefully tended rose and lily gardens of the rich, the thousands of spacious city parks and botanical gardens, and in our magnificent National parks — the Yellowstone, Yosemite, Sequoia, etc.
Literary Terms and Definitions F - Carson-Newman College
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.