
Gentle wind, rough wind, our wind, no wind– Many are the winds that help us. One by one we sing a hymn to you, singing: Help us appreciate our home. Gentle wind, you massage the tree leaves, Lead the rope…
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See? Even here and now, in the cracks of this suburban sidewalk, you spring up, green hands open to catch the rain.
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A struggling beetle Emerging from the toilet Slides into the piss A beetle scurries On the floor; an eye flashes A shoe thunders down A hounded beetle Dashes madly for the wall Almost, almost, al A horn…
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Robin Kimmerer argues for changing our language as a way of changing our relationship to nature. She urges us to adopt a “grammar of animacy.” She calls this “a kind of reverse linguistic imperialism, a shift in worldview through the humble work of the pronoun.”
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