the poem of the world
...Thoreau's Journal: 30-May-1853

The morning wind forever blows; the poem of the world is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it. Forever that strain of the harp which soothed the Cerberus and called me back to life is sounding. Olympus is the outside of the earth everywhere.

1 comment:

michael jameson said...

many hear it yet few know it!,those that have lived in nature know it well!, it is the rhythm of the world that wakes you from slumber not electronics! or the fear of being late!,its a natural freedom the world has taken from many with timetables,it wakes you happy!, without the need to rush and ready yourself. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com