But the bell rings, and I must get off the track and let the cars go by; —
What's the railroad to me?but I cross it like a cart-path in the woods. I will not have my eyes put out and my ears spoiled by its smoke and steam and hissing. ("Sounds" Walden)
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing,
For fall colored leaves (or autumn coloured leaves) go to Diasporos.
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Thanks.
Fall is coming soon.
Walden pond is calling me.
And maybe in February I'll come over again and walk across it.
Jesus (Gerry)!
or,
packed in my mind lie all the clothes
which outward nature wears,
and in its fashion's hourly change
it all things else repairs.
zileukw se re, esena je to phd sou :)
alexandra
if you come in February you'll see me there every thursday, walking next to the pond.
It's closed to the public but you can go in illegally.
Beware, it's -20 in february, you need hiking clothes.
But it's even more beautiful.
@Διάσπορος I'll keep you posted. The idea of illegal nature walks is irresistible though.
@Christos jai gw zilefkw opion egrapse parapanw pou 2 kefalea tou doktorato tou :-) Se 13 meres exw interview me ton Gary Snyder omws. Esso tou. Idi milisa tou sto tilefono. Kapote jai gw zilefkw me.
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