Sublime

What the river says, that is what I say.

A great truth comes over him: Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

They had started to walk across to the other plane when Guillaumet, as if driven by his conscience, came back and handed me his cartridge clips, too. And with this they took off. I was alone. They knew, though I did not, that I could have sat on one of these dunes for half a year without running the least danger. What they were doing was to implant

A straw hat, a stick, a box of matches and some of his own poetry. What more does man require?.

Pent in a barbed enclosure which contains, By way of compensation, grazing-land.

Rather let it be named from the fishes that swim in it, the wild fowl or quadrupeds which frequent it, the wild flowers which grow by its shores, or some wild man or child the thread of whose history is interwoven with its own; not from him who could show no title to it but the deed which a like-minded neighbor or legislature gave him—him who thoug

Who found me when I was lost?

Across the road from where she’s parked, aspens tumble down the basin toward Fish Lake, where five years earlier a Chinese refugee engineer took his three daughters camping on the way to visiting Yellowstone.