preoccupied by our place in and outside the natural world--compromised as it is--I am drawn to both the romantics and the Native tradition of respect for and communication with non-human forms of life. Seeing the geese fly above me one fall morning on my way to get the mail, I began to wonder: What might it mean in this country, at this time, to read the world? What messages do the geese have for me, and, in turn, what part might my attempt at reading play in their flight?from The Washington Post: Poet's Choice: 'Reading Novalis in Montana' by Melissa Kwasny
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