In his poem Anecdote of Men by the Thousands, Wallace Stevens writes:
There are men whose words
Are as natural sounds
Of their places
As the cackle of toucans
In the place of toucans.
I love that stanza, and try in my work to embody what I think Stevens is getting at: a personal human vision at home in the landscape that nurtured it.
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