Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Carl SandburgRead
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
Interpretation
The sea expresses itself in a raw and unfiltered way that civilized society often ignores or disrespects.
Carl Sandburg's quote reflects on the sea as a symbol of nature's untamed power and the way it communicates in a language that contrasts with human civility. The sea's voice is described as a 'colossal scavenger slang,' suggesting that it reveals truths and realities that polite society chooses to overlook or sanitize, emphasizing a disconnect between human sensibilities and the brutal honesty of the natural world.
In practice
During a beach cleanup event, this quote can be shared to highlight the rawness of nature.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Nothing happens... but first a dream.
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My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I donβt know how a person could ever describe that scent.
Despite all I have seen and experiences, I still get the same thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb toward it.
The old Lakota was wise. He knew that man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans too.
Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
I see Earth! It is so beautiful.
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