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Rivers
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“Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.”
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“The world turns softly / Not to spill its lakes and rivers.”
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“People who live / by rivers dream / they are immortal.”
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“That river — it was full of good and evil together. It would water the fields when it was curbed and checked, but then if an inch were allowed it, it crashed through like a roaring dragon.”
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“Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face ...”
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“As we were in the midst of the dry season, the river at Vat Thmey was now only a big snake of mud.”
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“When there is a river in your growing up, you probably always hear it.”
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“One of the delights of a river evening, especially after chinning up sandstone and shale ledges and poking around dry, silty terraces, is a rinse in the river.”
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“A river finds its course with sureness, pushing aside whatever surface matter lies in its way, and as it gathers volume and resulting strength, nothing can withstand its progress. It carves canyons, moves great boulders, erodes the soil, moving insistently onward in its surging need to reach its final goal — the ocean.”
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“A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself — for it is from the soil, both from its depth and from its surface, that a river has its beginning.”
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“The clouds gathered together, stood still and watched the river scuttle around the forest floor, crash headlong into haunches of hills with no notion of where it was going, until exhausted, ill and grieving, it slowed to a stop just twenty leagues short of the sea.”
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“The Rhone is pale and tragic as the empty sleeve of an amputee.”