Commonplace book #16

Modern minor poets are naturalists, and talk about the bush or the brook; but the singers of the old epics and fables were supernaturalists, and talked about the gods of brook and bush. That is what the moderns mean when they say that the ancients did not “appreciate Nature,” because they said that Nature was divine. Old nurses do not tell children about the grass, but about the fairies that dance on the grass; and the old Greeks could not see the trees for the dryads. – G. K. Chesterton, “The Ethics of Elfland”

1 thought on “Commonplace book #16

  1. Feral Boy

    I just happened to find this from one of the “Otherworld” posts:


    The April winds are magical
    And thrill our tuneful frames;
    The garden walks are passional
    To bachelors and dames.
    The hedge is gemmed with diamonds,
    The air with Cupids full,
    The cobweb clues of Rosamond
    Guide lovers to the pool.
    Each dimple in the water,
    Each leaf that shades the rock
    Can cozen, pique and flatter,
    Can parley and provoke.
    Goodfellow, Puck and goblins,
    Know more than any book.
    Down with your doleful problems,
    And court the sunny brook.
    The south-winds are quick-witted,
    The schools are sad and slow,
    The masters quite omitted
    The lore we care to know.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson

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