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2.18.2014,8:31 AM
Tributes to those who inspired us
Today is a day of memories in literature. Always loved
Lord George Byran's poetry. A toast to Byran and
Walt Whitman, who inspired my love for poetry.
Today celebrates the birthdays of Toni Morrison and Wallace Stegner. It is to Stegner that I owe much more.
"Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We need wilderness preserved — as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds — because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed ... We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope."
If anything, wilderness reminds us of what it is to be human.
Read more about these writers on the website of The Writer's Almanac. You can also listen to the podcast featuring Garrison Keeler.
Today celebrates the birthdays of Toni Morrison and Wallace Stegner. It is to Stegner that I owe much more.
"Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We need wilderness preserved — as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds — because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed ... We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope."
If anything, wilderness reminds us of what it is to be human.
Read more about these writers on the website of The Writer's Almanac. You can also listen to the podcast featuring Garrison Keeler.
So We'll Go No More A-Roving
George Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
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