I want to go back, out of the bad stories, But there's always the possibility that the next one . . .... No, it's another almond tree, or a ring-swallowing frog . . . Yet they are beautiful as we people them With ourselves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Squats on a toad-stool under a tree A bodiless childfull of life in the gloom,... Crying with frog voice, "What shall I be? Poor unborn ghost, for my mother killed me Scarcely alive in her wicked womb.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No animal will more repay A treatment kind and fair;... At least so lonely people say Who keep a frog (and, by the way, They are extremely rare).LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar... Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on;... But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On Thursday morning going through the quiet woods... it is not Thursday. To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »