I simply do not have the time. And neither do I ever shine. For what you often see at night is me reflecting solar light. And cows do not jump over me. Now that is simply lunacy! You used to come and visit me.
Space Poems Macmillan. You can kick it you can catch it you can bounce it — all around. You can grab it you can pat it you can roll it — on the ground. You can throw it you can head it you can hit it — with a bat. You can biff it you can boot it you can spin it you can shoot it you can drop it you can stop it — just like that!
Woolly Mammoth! Hear me sing. Go to sleep you hairy thing. Come on Shaggy, shut!
I wake. I know. A visitor has come for me. That wolf is at the door again.
In the dark, the pouring rain. He makes no sound - he needs to hear my breath, my pulse, my thoughts, my fear. We wait together.
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Two souls still. I need to live, he needs to kill.
He leaves I breathe. I sigh and how. I check. The wolf has gone, for now. A tree is not like you and me — it waits around quite patiently — catching kites and dropping leaves — reaching out to touch the breeze A tree all day will stand and stare clothed in summer, winter : bare — it has no shame or modesty Perhaps its generosity is the greatest in the world — it gives a home to every bird, every squirrel, feeds them too — to every dog it is a loo The study compares two large data sets from the city of Toronto, both gathered on a block-by-block level; the first measures the distribution of green space, as determined from satellite imagery and a comprehensive list of all five hundred and thirty thousand trees planted on public land, and the second measures health, as assessed by a detailed survey of ninety-four thousand respondents.
After controlling for income, education, and age, Berman and his colleagues showed that an additional ten trees on a given block corresponded to a one-per-cent increase in how healthy nearby residents felt.
WINDOW GAZING – Looking out – Looking in . . .
Are such numbers fanciful? The emerald ash borer, which has killed a hundred million trees across North America in recent years, offers a grim natural experiment. A county-by-county analysis of health records by the U. Forest Service, between and , found that deaths related to cardiovascular and respiratory illnesses rose in places where trees succumbed to the pest, contributing to more than twenty thousand additional deaths during the study period.
The Toronto data shows a similar link between tree cover and cardio-metabolic conditions such as heart disease, stroke, and diabetes. For the people suffering from these conditions, an extra eleven trees per block corresponds to an income boost of twenty thousand dollars, or being almost one and a half years younger.
I Could Touch It by Ellen Bass | Poetry Magazine
What is most interesting about this data, though, is one of its subtler details. It could be that roadside trees have a bigger impact on air quality along sidewalks, or that leafy avenues encourage people to walk more. When you cross a busy intersection or pore over a spreadsheet, you are depleting finite reserves of voluntary, directed attention.
Forgot your password? Sign in to continue reading. Yes No. ISBN: Format: Paperback. Date of Publication: This poetry is remarkable for its depth and range of emotion. The simplicity and clarity of the poetic language is structured upon a sophisticated mastery of diverse poetic forms and metres. Witty, metaphysical, and erudite; these poems are inspired, profound, and beautiful.
This Indian edition includes some original drawings by Anjali Paul.
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