“When you get into a railway car you want a continent, the man in his carriage requires a township; but a walker like Thoreau finds as much and more along the shores of Walden Pond.” - John Burroughs, The Galaxy, June 1873
Walden is one of my favorite books; Thoreau’s poetry and literature preserves the legacy and quintessential beauty of nature. He foster’s an ethic of environmental stewardship and unearths nature’s ability to be impervious, yet irrefutably apart of, the hand of man. Thoreau’s poetry is tranquil in all of its simplicity and I wanted to share two of his poems.
My Life Has Been the Poem
- Henry David Thoreau
My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.
Epitaph On The World
- Henry David Thoreau
Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since was past,
Its silver manhood went as fast,
An iron age drew on at last;
'Tis vain its character to tell,
The several fates which it befell,
What year it died, when 'twill arise,
We only know that here it lies.
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