Wednesday, April 10, 2013

“My spring has been even more backward than nature’s”

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“…I hear the sound of the piano below as I write this, and feel as if the winter in me were at length beginning to thaw, for my spring has been even more backward than nature’s. For a month past life has been a thing incredible to me. None but the kind gods can make me sane. If only they will let their south winds blow on me! I ask to be melted. You can only ask of the metals that they tender to the fire that melts them. To naught else can they be tender.”

—From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862),
April 11, 1852.



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