― Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener https://t.co/eDgDCumHji
The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it?
Ralph Waldo Emerson • Nature
Stray Birds
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The gardener sees only the gardener’s garden. The eyes were not made for such grovelling uses as they are now put to and worn out by, but to behold beauty now invisible. MAY WE NOT SEE GOD?
Richard Powers • The Overstory: Winner of the 2019 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction
