> "To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not a God
> made visible, if we will open our minds and eyes? We do not worship in that
> way now: but is it not reckoned still a merit, proof of what we call
> a "poetic nature," that we recognize how every object has a divine beauty
> in it; how every object still verily is "a window through which we may look
> into Infinitude itself"? He that can discern the loveliness of things, we
> call him Poet!"
>
Lovely quote!
Re grass - on account of the urban sites in which so many of us live, I
wonder if grass still has the same connotation in that urban grass is mowed,
often given pesticides, and, often, non-native in origin (like many of
ourselves).
That grass is no longer 'organic' but a manipulated enterprise as much else.
We have to visit special places to experience 'real' grass instead of a
manipulated contraption 'created' by Monsanto Chemical.
This is not to say domesticated grasses do not need a bunch of righteous
tending to survive, and worthy of song, poem, etc.
"Splendor in the What?" Natalie asked.
Stephen V
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