"Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;

I crown me with the million-colored sun

Of secret worlds incredible, and take 

Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,

Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume 

The spaceward-flown horizons infinite. 

Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut," 

from The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil -

by Clark Aston Smith

Someone had a bad winter, 

someone else had a good walk.

"the walk liberating, I was released from forms,   

from the perpendiculars,

      straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds

of thought

into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends   

               of sight:"

from Corsons Inlet

By A.R. Ammons

“how futile is man's poor, weak imagination 

by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.” 

from At The Earth's Core

by  Edgar Rice Burroughs

"There is a recurrent moment, for lovers of art, When we

shift from looking at a work to actively seeing it."

from the New Yorker, Looking and Seeing

by Peter Schjeldahl, May 8, 2017

"The wild keeps telling us something 

we want to pass on to the world:

Even far things are real.

from Whispered into the Ground

No sooner were we back for the coast then we 

visited one of my favourite spots, our friend's place  

on the prairie in Southern Alberta, where I managed 

to see one of my favourite animals. And no post

on the prairies would be complete without the poems
of William Stafford.

"That winter when this thought came-how the river

held still every midnight and flowed

backward a minute-we studied algebra

late in our room fixed up in the barn, 

and I would feel the curved relation, 

the rafters upside down, and the cows in their life

holding the earth round and ready

to meet itself again when morning came."

from Living on the Plains

"I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning

to the sea,

then turned right along

   the surf

                         rounded a naked headland

                         and returned

   along the inlet shore:"

from Corsons Inlet

by A.R. Ammons

Botantical Beach Park, Vancouver Island

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Spring Red Wing dreaming of territory and conquests.

"Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes 

He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men 

Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— 

Silent, upon a peak in Darien. "

from On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

by John Keats