O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a love in darkness wrought obedient to the unseen sun, longer than memory, a thought deeper than the graves of time. The turning spindles of the cells weave a slow forest over space, the dance of love, creation, out of time moves not a leaf, and out of summer, not a shade.
Kathleen RaineAs a child I became a confirmed believer in the ancient gods simply because as between the reality of fact and the reality f myth, I chose myth...Myth is the truth of fact, not fact the truth of myth.
Kathleen RaineMeanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the 'correspondences' through which we may know our boundless selves.
Kathleen RaineSensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.
Kathleen Raine... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.
Kathleen Raine