Tuesday, November 05, 2019
In the Woods
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), Nature: Addresses and Lectures (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1903), pp. 9-10:
Eliot Porter, Path in Woods
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In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life is always a child. In the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair.
