Going to Walden
It isn't very far as highways lie.
I might be back by nightfall, having seen
the rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far‐off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
to miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe, but in a book I read and cherish,
going to Walden is not so easy a thing
as a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
trick of living, and finding it where you are.
~Mary Oliver
It isn't very far as highways lie.
I might be back by nightfall, having seen
the rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far‐off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
to miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe, but in a book I read and cherish,
going to Walden is not so easy a thing
as a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
trick of living, and finding it where you are.
~Mary Oliver
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