
“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”
Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir
Terry Gifford, EWDB, pages 243-244
Source: 1860s, My First Summer in the Sierra, 1869
“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”
Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir
1872(?), page 92
John of the Mountains, 1938
“It looks like it fell out of the ugly tree and hit every single branch on the way down.”
Source: Soldiers Live (2000), Chapter 10, “An Abode of Ravens: Recovery” (p. 396)
Book of Taliesin (c. 1275?), The Battle of the Trees
Context: When the trees were enchanted,
In the expectation of not being trees,
The trees uttered their voices
From strings of harmony,
The disputes ceased.
Let us cut short heavy days,
A female restrained the din.
She came forth altogether lovely.
The head of the line, the head was a female.
The advantage of a sleepless cow
Would not make us give way.
The blood of men up to our thighs,
The greatest of importunate mental exertions
Sported in the world.
And one has ended
From considering the deluge,
And Christ crucified
And the day of judgement near at hand.
Epigraph, Ch. 2 : Twenty Carats Fine.
Shadows of Shasta (1881)
Context: A thousand miles of mighty wood
Where thunder-storms stride fire-shod;
A thousand flowers every rod,
A stately tree on every rood;
Ten thousand leaves on every tree,
And each a miracle to me;
And yet there be men who question God!
About Sultan ‘Alau’d-Din Khalji (AD 1296-1316) and his generals conquests in Warangal (Andhra Pradesh) Elliot and Dowson, History of India as told by its own Historians,Vol. III, p. 81-85
Khazainu’l-Futuh
“White moon gleaming
Among trees,
From every branch
Sound rising into
Canopies.”
La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée.
"La lune blanche", line 1, from La Bonne Chanson (1872); Sorrell p. 57