Of those so close beside me which are you God bless the Ground I shall walk

Of those so close beside me which are you god bless

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Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.Wilbur, “The Beautiful ChangesOne wading a Fall meadow finds on all sidesThe Queen Anne’s Lace lying like liliesOn water; it glidesSo from the walker, it turnsDry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade ofyouValleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;As a mantis, arranged
How does a “human perspective” mediate or interpret information about the natural world? Discuss two or three poems.On a green leaf, growsInto it, makes the leaf leafier, and provesAny greenness is deeper than anyone knows.Your hands hold roses always in a way thatsaysThey are not only yours; the beautiful changesIn such kind ways,Wishing ever to sunderThings and things’ selves for a second finding,to loseFor a moment all that it touches back towonder
How does a “human perspective” mediate or interpret information about the natural world? Discuss two or three poems.
How does a “human perspective” mediate or interpret information about the natural world? Discuss two or three poems.Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]IBy the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast-a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad, muddy fieldsbrown with dried weeds, standing and fallenpatches of standing waterthe scattering of tall treesAll along the road the reddishpurplish, forked, upstanding, twiggystuff of bushes and small treeswith dead, brown leaves under themleafless vines-Lifeless in appearance, sluggishdazed spring approaches-They enter the new world naked,cold, uncertain of allsave that they enter. All about themthe cold, familiar wind-Now the grass, tomorrowthe stiff curl of wildcarrot leafOne by one objects are defined-It quickens: clarity, outline of leafBut now the stark dignity ofentrance-Still, the profound changehas come upon them: rooted, theygrip down and begin to awaken

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