“I like to take the time out to listen to the trees, much in the same way that I listen to a sea shell, holding my ear against the rough bark of the trunk, hearing the inner singing of the sap. It's a lovely sound, the beating of the heart of the tree.” WayHeartSoundTreeSeaSingingEarsHearingLovelyForestsRoughShellsBarkTrunksSapSea Shell Book:A Stone for a Pillow Source: A Stone for a Pillow
“You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of shadow -- leaping at it, lying in wait for it to spring upon it, spreading faint snares for it of sense or sound: until, of a sudden, as if in a phantom forest, you hear it, see it flash among the branches, and scarcely knowing how, suddenly have it.” IfsKnowsSometimesRunningLyingNamesWaitingSoundKnowingSpringShadowGhostForestsBranchesFlashPhantomsSnaresEludeElude You Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain, And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And its crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.” SometimesSongLanguageGrowsSoundSleepSweetWindArmsLowsAll ThingsCalmForestsShipsWanderBreastsTallStrainFloatsCrystalsSoothingSlumberDreamyLullsTall Ships Author:Letitia Elizabeth Landon