“Yet I will look upon thy face again, My own romantic Bronx, and it will be A face more pleasant than the face of men. Thy waves are old companions, I shall see A well remembered form in each old tree And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy.” MenWellsLooksLongFacesFormVoiceMy OwnTreeRiversWaveRememberedPleasantLook UpCompanionBronxOld Trees Book:The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems Source: The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems
“Los Angeles was a place after my own heart. The people were hospitable. The country had the same attraction for me that it had for the Indians who originally chose this spot as their place to live. The Los Angeles River was a beautiful, limpid little stream, with willows on its banks. It was so attractive to me that it at once became something about which my whole scheme of life was woven, I loved it so much.” PeopleHeartLittlesCountryWholeBeautifulMy OwnRiversAttractionSpotsAttractiveStreamsLos AngelesSchemesWovenPlaces To Live Author:William Mulholland
“But when I saw the cursive grace of Guido Rahr's fly line writing prayers I couldn't read to the river gods of Outer Mongolia, I knew my name was written there too. Fly fishing was going to be my version of my father's sport, my nod to my Scottish ancestors and to my self, and to the fish crazed part of America I had claimed as my own.” WritingSelfAmericaFatherNamesSportsLinesMy OwnPrayerSawsGraceWrittenSeaRiversFishesVersionsBoatLakesFishingAncestorScottishFly FishingMongoliaCursiveGuidos Author:Jessica Maxwell
“When I was a young girl salmon fishing with my father in the Straits of Juan de Fuca in Washington State I used to lean out over the water and try to look past my own face, past the reflection of the boat, past the sun and darkness, down to where the fish were surely swimming. I made up charm songs and word-hopes to tempt the fish, to cause them to mean biting my hook. I believed they would do it if I asked them well and patiently and with the right hope. I am writing my poems like this. I have used the fabric and the people of my life as the bait.” PeopleIfsWritingTryingWellsLooksMeanMadeStatesPastFacesYoungUsedSongGirlFatherCausesWaterMy OwnDarknessSunSeaReflectionRiversFishesBoatCharmLakesFishingSwimmingFabricHookBaitBitingSalmonJuanWashington State Author:Tess Gallagher
“From my own experience I can say that a bad back makes you hike slower, stove-up knees keep you from wading confidently, tendinitis of the elbows buggers your casting, and a dose of giardia can send you dashing to the bushes fifteen times in an afternoon, but although none of this is fun, it's discernibly better than not fishing.” I CanFunMy OwnSeaRiversFishesBoatKneesLakesFishingAfternoonFifteenCastingDoseElbowsStovesDashing Book:No Shortage of Good Days Source: No Shortage of Good Days
“The trouble is that when most people are apathetic ordinary people ... have to go too far, have to ruin their lives and be made an object of scorn just to get the point across. Did they really think I'd rather be camping by a polluted river than sitting in my own flat with my things about me?” PeopleThinkingMadeMy OwnTroubleObjectsOrdinarySittingRiversRuinsFlatsOrdinary PeopleScornCampingApathetic Book:Sexing the Cherry Source: Sexing the Cherry
“The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.” WorldWaySoulReligionChurchMy OwnMillionsBearsThousandRiversMy SoulLove LifeCreedsLampsPointingFloatsGiverBosomsSpires Author:Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“The vow of silence, that's the mind-blower. See, talking is what I do... i t's a real need with me, a craving, I'm like a word junkie. I never shut up. I talk to myself, I talk in my sleep. The idea of voluntarily turning off that tap, I can't imagine it It'd be like, I don't know, all the rivers in the world just slammed to a stop. No churning, no flowing, no white water, just stillness, crushing stillness. I don't think I could stand it, locked up like that in my own psyche. I'd collapse into myself, I'd implode” ThinkingKnowsWorldNeedsMindI CanIdeasRealWaterMy OwnSleepWhiteSilenceTalkingImagineRiversCrushStillnessLockedCollapseShut UpCravingVowJunkieLocked UpChurningWhite WaterVow Of Silence Author:Andrew Schneider
“Treat all men alike.... give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who is born a free man should be contented when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. Let me be a free man...free to travel... free to stop...free to work...free to choose my own teachers...free to follow the religion of my Fathers...free to think and talk and act for myself.” ThinkingMenGivingShouldWellsMightRunningLawAsksFatherGrowsBornChanceMy OwnLibertyTeacherPleaseRiversTreatsLet MeDeniedNative AmericanFree ManNative AmericaNative American IndianGreat Native American Author:Dee Brown