Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!... Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The way a child discovers the world constantly replicates the way science began. You start to notice what's around you, and you ge...t very curious about how things work. How things interrelate. It's as simple as seeing a bug that intrigues you. You want to know where it goes at night; who its friends are; what it eats.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,... is not that it all fits together like clockwork--for it doesn't ... but that it all flows so freely wild, like the creek, that it all surges in such a free, finged tangle. Freedom is the world's water and weather, the world's nourishment freely given, its soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sovran of beauty! like the spray she grows, Compassed she is with thorns and cankered bower.... Yet were she willing to be plucked and worn, She would be gathered, though she grew on thorn.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day... When inland woods were pushed by winds, that flung them Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »