http://wilderness.motleyvision.org Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:00:52 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Elizabeth Songstaffe, whose name is inscribed in my gold-edged bible, how was your life composed? Did your pockets brim with grace notes that scattered like freckles on a shoulder? Were you awkward as a lonely clap, sounding after a symphony’s first movement? Born one hundred years ago, your death was not recorded-- yet, I hear a faint refrain. Did you once hum ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/faint-refrain-by-karen-kelsay/ A compass needle, a lizard, spins half a turn To keep me in sight, tweaking my sense of direction: Spring is coming — that way. According to my 2010 turtle calendar, the Vernal Equinox arrives Saturday, March 20.  To celebrate spring’s arrival last year, WIZ ran a Spring Poetry Run-off that turned out ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/wizs-2010-spring-poetry-runoff-contest/ Thank you very muches to all those who participated during Love of Nature Nature of Love Month on WIZ.  The list includes: D. H. Lawrence Rainer Maria Rilke Th. (Eric Jepson) Adam K. K. Figueira Laura Craner Andrew Marvell An esteemed company! http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/thank-you-lonnol-month-participants/ I almost forgot!  Today, WIZ turns one.  Happy Birthday to us! I've been preoccupied and haven't come up with any fun thing to do in celebration, but I would like to run out a line of thanks yous. Thanks--deep, ever-flowing thanks--to Wm Morris, for helping me open this space and for ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/also-today-is-wilderness-interface-zones-birthday/ How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes ; And their uncessant Labors see Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow-vergèd Shade Does prudently their Toyles upbraid ; While all the Flow'rs and Trees do close To weave the Garlands of repose. Fair quiet, have I found thee here, And ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/the-garden-by-andrew-marvell/ She could smell the season on him.  Summers he came through the door redolent of horses and wild mint; winters, copper and ice. Metallic and snow-clean, he cooled the house. She thought of him as a tree at the end of Earth, where seasons found their dearest canvas and put upon him, each, its best adornment. Behind him ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/the-manger-scene/ The poplar’s shadow on her hand Indicates a tree in spring. Willets, catbirds, and broncos all hear Big-hipped nature dancing across the Rockies Stripping and putting on the many faces of A weather-beaten land: Green, red, brown, and white, The flag of summer on the horizon. They are indivisible incompatibles, This landscape and The mutterings of a middle woman. Her words ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/may-in-utah-an-homage-by-laura-craner/ Adam writes of this video Valentine that he made it for his "wife and (if the latest ultrasound is correct) five daughters ...  I think it fits your theme this month, and the connection to nature should be obvious." ________________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________________ Adam K. K. Figueira was born to the east of where ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/video-valentine-by-adam-k-k-figueira/ "Pray, my dear aunt, what is the difference in matrimonial affairs, between the mercenary and the prudent motive? Where does discretion end, and avarice begin? Last Christmas you were afraid of his marrying me, because it would be imprudent; and now, because he is trying to get a girl with ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/from-pride-and-prejudice-by-jane-austen/ Weisst du, ich will mich schleichen leise aus lautem Kreis, wenn ich erst die bleichen Sterne über den Eichen blühen weiß. Wege will ich erkiesen, die selten wer betritt in blassen Abendwiesen - und keinen Traum, als diesen: Du gehst mit. *** Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary ... http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/pathways/