Danny James

Tag: wild

162: Discouraged

I fear no more that companion cowardice my heart inhabits which finds refuge to the unpeopled wilds, than may be unwritten of a busy civic associate.

116: The wood, the hills, the valley

Awake at no hour atypical, but of an acute proceedings in effect I became increasingly aware. Sensitivities at fresh mornings issue, seemed quickened above a common reflex. A quiescent surcharge had overnight mingled the blood, and bade some stirring semblance of rapture, begin its corrective undulations surge deep and wide the full cellular tapestry in floods of perfect beatitude.
I knew at once the cause of the energies; whence the outflow poured and to what lofty secret-less realm would the arcane hum trace, blaring agonised and fine. I lifted my profane look to those all-seeing high keepers of the woodland sierras, standing ominous and intended, whose crowns brush sky and hands hold up, inviting me to share the divinest of airs among them in their very domain.
I went to the mountains and met there, such health preserving relations, and pleasing qualities gathered as arouse and dignify my natural state. Stayed I there until, I’d determined going, it was too dark and hazardous to do so, and when that tension strayed, I was soon content amid the fell of evenings wild.
I shall think that I will never in my life live down the pitch of rare and splendid fortune, that sits within this blithely slice of Earth; that stands every fibre of my nature at the mere allusion, attentive and rampant, – straining to express or abandon.

114: Going

This is the last night in your own bed for some time, and there is an alveolus melancholy unfolds your repose; when strange pillows will nestle ambling thoughts. But you’ve craved long this new trouble, like secrets of saccharose, and must let wash over you its mastery implied. The stars now will hold your dreams, and bid vault thee loose of tethers customs, into the intimate revolution on the other side of a threshold toward infinity. But one fine sleep now walls your wildness, and soon enough at hand will it be, the going hour. Some know this feeling, of calm supra cusp; the breath on Winters window. Ripeness broiling at the fringe, at the steps of High School Balls. Poised withal, the upright young woman going to her first dance under the lights.

91

Why then are you alarmed those wild ideas unguarded thought entertains, are not by night abolished? Intuition has survived many years your uprightly attempts to disprove it in customary living and will ever meet you at slumbers fade, pressing hint until at last you begin for that place you were made.

35

It has ventured into my reckoning that for all my dear figuring on savage hunches and meditations of wild roving, an element of motion is needed to stir the circulations. It is a symmetry thus, to shun from time to time the genial hut of my thoughts for emprise into the enchanting theme of my refuge, or but airs to none inhale.

9

How can such things not overwhelm, as a wild society of playful dolphins thrusting themselves from the depths to pierce the fabric of nature?