tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post3681809401374820259..comments2023-05-24T07:28:47.004-05:00Comments on Teresa Evangeline: Listening to the TreesTeresa Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-91192678823032512862012-07-01T15:03:40.508-05:002012-07-01T15:03:40.508-05:00Dear Teresa, I really didn't look at the title...Dear Teresa, I really didn't look at the title you gave! But I am glad to learn the title so I can check her book out of the library. Thank you again for sharing this evocative poem with us. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-43123076047995093202012-06-29T09:53:52.041-05:002012-06-29T09:53:52.041-05:00I'm so glad this spoke to many others as it di...I'm so glad this spoke to many others as it did to me. I love how poetry can unite people with a few well-chosen words.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-3802714249306710952012-06-28T11:04:05.353-05:002012-06-28T11:04:05.353-05:00Bow With The Wind As A Tree Might Do.Bow With The Wind As A Tree Might Do.tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03746435400444226665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-65537011963347573602012-06-28T10:28:14.858-05:002012-06-28T10:28:14.858-05:00I have always had a fondness for trees. I remember...I have always had a fondness for trees. I remember thinking about them at a very early age. And they continue to amaze me at this later stage of my life. Mary Oliver!!! How can you go wrong?Terihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13046623774704584939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-68695700838231943042012-06-28T07:38:15.855-05:002012-06-28T07:38:15.855-05:00Perfect perfect poem Teresa, I love trees and list...Perfect perfect poem Teresa, I love trees and listen ALL the time!<br /><br />(This one's going in my journal)Half-heard in the Stillnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01840301617199033576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-759860856966741102012-06-27T21:50:36.151-05:002012-06-27T21:50:36.151-05:00Teresa, that is a very nice poem. It so fits you....Teresa, that is a very nice poem. It so fits you. Beautiful as you are. Thanks for sharing it.Stevennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-46522495065467016642012-06-27T14:44:57.649-05:002012-06-27T14:44:57.649-05:00I think to walk beneath the tree's canopy does...I think to walk beneath the tree's canopy does provide one with gladness. But, that person needs to be aware and an observer to really "see" and feel the gladness. -- good Oliver poem -- barbaraFolkways Note Bookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07168881905408345126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-14094182420209008472012-06-27T06:36:03.329-05:002012-06-27T06:36:03.329-05:00A nice felling to be part of.I have a copy of this...A nice felling to be part of.I have a copy of this floating around, not real sure who has it, but it shall return.I enjoy listening to all around me when out alone.Out on the prairiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09548162534362532705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-67725605153747852412012-06-26T21:34:21.753-05:002012-06-26T21:34:21.753-05:00"to be filled with light." Perfect!"to be filled with light." Perfect!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-90029690618228117842012-06-26T17:33:00.874-05:002012-06-26T17:33:00.874-05:00Thank you So much for forcing me to double-check. ...Thank you So much for forcing me to double-check. It is Thirst, not Touch. I made the correction. :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-17152644208131221452012-06-26T17:26:50.792-05:002012-06-26T17:26:50.792-05:00Dear Teresa, that poem by Mary Oliver left me brea...Dear Teresa, that poem by Mary Oliver left me breathless, awed by what it said and how the poet said that. What book of hers is that from?<br />Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-7090471607199147282012-06-26T17:12:02.457-05:002012-06-26T17:12:02.457-05:00I was listening to the trees last night, and my ow...I was listening to the trees last night, and my own post is a reflection of that. I was so happy that to find others were listening too. They had so much to say last night.Wrinkling Dailyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11213135418725208273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-57562819867797164292012-06-26T16:32:08.996-05:002012-06-26T16:32:08.996-05:00Shhhhhhhhhhh.
Listening is the greatest form of sp...Shhhhhhhhhhh.<br />Listening is the greatest form of speaking.<br />It becomes a language of its own.<br /><br />Hearing the silence, brings air into a gasping life. <br /><br />Trees are our ever playing symphony.<br />Even in the fall and winter when they have no leaves.Tao Dao Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16229628652152584292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-7677117088638545362012-06-26T15:32:33.186-05:002012-06-26T15:32:33.186-05:00What a perfect poem! When I first moved to the Cit...What a perfect poem! When I first moved to the Cities, I lived in a highrise apartment building along I-94 surrounded by parking lots and businesses. I came to the realization that trees were vital to my sense of well-being. I now live in an area where I am literally surrounded by trees on all sides. Never again will I be away from their "hints of gladness"!Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-14672001977580003062012-06-26T12:46:49.524-05:002012-06-26T12:46:49.524-05:00What a good poem. It evokes the feeling of being ...What a good poem. It evokes the feeling of being among trees, which really do seem to have a special presence of their own, if we only stop to look and listen.Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-66431693198885415172012-06-26T12:20:07.745-05:002012-06-26T12:20:07.745-05:00As I read this I can almost feel the touch of the ...As I read this I can almost feel the touch of the bark, hear the soft rustling dance of the leaves, and see the blinding glints through the fingertips of the trees.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-70580005004060202772012-06-26T09:57:05.806-05:002012-06-26T09:57:05.806-05:00It is as you, and Mary Oliver, knew exactly what I...It is as you, and Mary Oliver, knew exactly what I needed to hear today. I'm just about to go out and do my garden rounds, where I will endeavor to be saved. <br /><br />When I am among the trees,<br />especially the willows and the honey locust,<br />equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,<br />they give off such hints of gladness.<br />I would almost say that they save me, and daily.lifeonthecutoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14657395265006688388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-65423707157489574052012-06-26T09:22:20.048-05:002012-06-26T09:22:20.048-05:00Ah yes if I can only remember to go slowly, what a...Ah yes if I can only remember to go slowly, what a lovely poem which truly speaks to me like the trees often do.Linda Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364078667554676592noreply@blogger.com