Finding Poetry in the Woods
March 18, 2014
“You cannot find what the poets find in the woods until you take the poet’s heart to the woods. He sees nature through a colored glass, sees it truthfully, but with an indescribable charm added, the aureole of the spirit. A tree, a cloud, a bird, a sunset, have no hidden meaning that the art of the poet is to unlock for us. Every poet shall interpret them differently, and interpret them rightly, because the soul is infinite.”
— John Burroughs, Pepacton
I just learned about this little forest, Llandover Woods, in north Seattle, not too far from the Dunn Gardens, and I spent an hour walking its groomed trail. Splotchy bark, hanging moss, ferns, bare trees. A quiet spot in the city. Great discovery.