“O can’t you see it, O can’t you see it, Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon … When the sun goes down. Jean Toomer
“Happily may I walk. May it be beautiful before me. May it be beautiful behind me. May it be beautiful below me. May it be beautiful above me. May it be beautiful all around me. In beauty it is finished. Anonymous: North American Indian
“Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.A. E. Housman
“O, give me burning blue and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line, as I stand, still unsatisfied, under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine. Hilda Doolittle (H. D.)
“a crystal willow, a poplar of water, a tall fountain the wind arches over, a tree deep-rooted yet dancing still, a course of a river that turns, moves on, doubles back, and comes full circle, forever arriving: Octavio Paz