Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
Unquiet man
As the sap rises in the trees
As the sap paints the trees a violent green
So rises the wrath of Nature's creatures
At man
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
Nature is sick at man
Sick at his fuss and fume
Sick at his agonies
Sick at his gaudy mind
That drives his body
Ever more quickly
More and more
In the wrong direction.
Hmmm...interesting. I always try to be thankful when walking in nature just for the sheer beauty and peacefulness of it all. But yet after this reading I also understand her point of view.
A business man has just cut some trees on a piece of land that is for all. He did it because he doesn't like the mess of leaves which enter his building. I wonder if I should send him this poem?
(Alone In The Woods - Poem by Stevie Smith.) **Seems to be a displeasure with man’s innovations (chemicals and the whole shebang) because of its negative effects on nature.
Nature is Nature o yes as the guide as the true teacher but the false me and my ego cannot learn it properly I follow me my outside blindly forgetting the real and true me and the far sky, the emptiness, the imaginations directs me to the illusion of wrong.......! ! !
Nature is always devote toward man but the it gets the cruel treatment from us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was walking alone on Alderley Edge and felt a fear and a sense of my own insignificance in the face of Nature. This poem reminds me of this.