Live in each Season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.
Thoreau\'s world lives on in his writing so that we, too, may discover, even in a fallen world, a beauty worth defending..
Thoreau saw in the kernel of each day an earth enchanted, one he honed into sentences tuned with an artist\'s eye and a musician\'s ear.
Drawn from the full range of Thoreau\'s journals and published writings, and arranged according to season, The Daily Henry David Thoreau allows us to discover the endless variation and surprise to be found in the repetitions of mundane cycles.
I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is.
As Thoreau wrote in Walden , Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
Ralph Waldo Emerson noted with awe that from flowers alone, Thoreau could tell the calendar date within two days; children remembered long into adulthood how Thoreau showed them white waterlilies awakening not by the face of a clock but at the first touch of the sun.
This little volume thus embodies, in small compass, Thoreau\'s own ambition to live in season--to turn with the living sundial of the world, and, by attuning ourselves to nature, to heal our modern sense of discontinuity with our surroundings.
Henry David Thoreau subverted both clock and calendar, using them not to regulate time\'s passing but to open up and explore its presence.
Modernity rules our lives by clock and calendar, dividing the stream of time into units and coordinating every passing moment with the universal globe.
Live in each Season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each
