Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon
the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up
to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from
as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon
it.
He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at
every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon
it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest
motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and
all the colors of the dawn and dusk.
For we are held by more than the force of gravity to the earth.
It is the entity from which we are sprung, and that into which
we are dissolved in time. The blood of the whole human race
is invested in it. We are moored there, rooted as surely, as
deeply as are the ancient redwoods and bristlecones.
It is the entity from which we are sprung, and that into which we are dissolved in time. The blood of the whole human race is invested in it. We are moored there, rooted as surely, as deeply as are the ancient redwoods and bristlecones. a great poem
This is such a beauty filled, soul moving piece. Full of wonder, wisdom and deep truth. In ways that linger beyond mankind this poem is the essence of life observed and understood. For me, it is southern Utah where I discovered the reality of the words Momaday here gives; he is absolutely correct, he is a truth giving prophet. Thank you N. Scott.
Interesting poem about earth the blood of the whole human race is invested in it
The poem is a masterpiece of love for life and the earth we live it on. There are only 6 of his poems on this site- I desperately hope he wrote more than 6 poems in his life.
He certainly has Susan, many more, and they are all beautiful in word, spirit and wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written poem, Nice reading it, Thanks for sharing.