INSPIRATION/NATURE PHOTOGRAPHY
Captivating Nature Snapshots and Brief Poems for Serene Inspiration
A photo essay
I would like to present a collection of brief nature poems written by renowned authors, complemented by my nature photos.
I hope that immersing yourself in this piece will bring about a sense of relaxation and inspiration.
“Nature” Is What We See
“Nature” is what we see — The Hill — the Afternoon — Squirrel — Eclipse — the Bumble bee — Nay — Nature is Heaven — Nature is what we hear — The Bobolink — the Sea — Thunder — the Cricket — Nay — Nature is Harmony — Nature is what we know — Yet have no art to say — So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
As Imperceptibly as Grief
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away — Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy —
A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon —
The Dusk drew earlier in — The Morning foreign shone — A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone —
And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed–and gazed–but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Thank you to the inspiring editorial team at DEP, Dr. Gabriella Korosi, Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles, and Dr. Preeti Singh.
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