A Hill Walking Poem Part One: In Nature Comments
In simple earnest, I never found myself alone
within the embracement of rocks and hills, a
traveller up an alpine road, but my spirit
courses, drives, and eddies like a leaf in
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A time alone hiking or doing any thing else in nature invokes so many different emotions. Reading this poem is like seeing all those images, breathing that mountain air, tasting the tea and touching the depth of your own being. Thank you Daniel for taking us to this marvelous journey with your skillful writing.
Thanks much, Savita. I worked hard to make those images as vivid as I could and took several long walks at my favorite park, SALEM HILL, to experience the actual nature. Thos are two types of journeys we take: Actual ones and imaginative ones. I appreciate your enthusiasm.
So persuasive the painted scenes to ptove that we only are humans when emboded in surrounding nature.
That's it exactly! Nature is like a second body. It's a mystery but some how we become one with it in the Romantic Vision. The word Wordwworth used was INTERFUSED: SOMETHING FAR MORE DEEPLY INTERFUSED...
For a poet, Nature is a huge inspiration. This poem reminds me of Wordsworth poetry. A solitary walk in the midst of Nature does more good to the heart n soul than anything else can do. It's necessary to get away from the mechanical city life n enjoy some time in the company of raw nature. We all need time for self-introspection n self-awareness. A beautiful description of a solitary ramble that might well be a journey of self-discovery.
eyes - beacons that illuminate this beauty - it's your mission! this world needs a witness, and was made for a MAN!
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7/18/2025 9:21:01 PM # 1.0.0
I love that you open the poem with the quote from Coleridge. When I read this 'I' poems full of rich imagery mixed with philosophy, I always imagine a man standing on the stage reciting a soliloquy while bathed in light, while the rest remains dark. It seems that the speaker in many of your poems slips in and out of the real/spirit world so easily. Whether it be shadows, or magic places, or a mythological locale, your characters are always comfortable observers wherever they are. The appreciation and love for nature is apparent in this writing. Is this the reality you seek? Who is Marsha? What is the mission's goal? Who is this speaker?
The speaker is an idealized 19th c. Romantic Poet, I even used some archaic words. Marsha is juat a name I threw in: she could be his sister, or wife, or fiance in any case, she's an anchor in the societal world in contrast to the natural one. The goal is a grasp of visionary reality, when the veil falls from nature and the poet sees beyond the senses, perhaps the Earth Spirit (Goethe's Faust) or the Muse (Keats) , that kind of thing. But the search, the journey can in the end BE the goal. These are just my answers: The poem wants you to articulate your own - it likes varied answers! !