On Walden Pond

Hola poetry fans!  This week, I wanted to send
a little thing from Sojourner Truth.  She was amazing.
Factoid: NASA named one of the Mars microrovers
after her.  It will be launched in one year
and land july 4 1997.  However, the Waseda library
did not have anything.  Suitable.  SO since the
autumn colors are very nice here in Tokyo - really -
I thought about old Henry Thoreau and his little
book about Walden Pond.  Nobody writes like him
about nature.  So even though it is prose, it is
transcendental prose, which really is poetry, right?
So I got some lines using netscape for your enjoyment.

    I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to
    front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn
    what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I
    had not lived.  I did not wish to live what was not life, living is
    so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite
    necessary.  I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of
    life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all
    that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive
    life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it
    proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of
    it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to
    know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in
    my next excursion.  For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange
    uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have
    somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to
    "glorify God and enjoy him forever."

    here is another line:
    "It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes
    the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination."