爱默生《论自然》

Nature

拉尔夫·

瓦尔多·

爱默生

(Ralph

Waldo

Emerson)

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature.

Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very

superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the

man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are

still

truly

adjusted

to

each

other;

who

has

retained

the

spirit

of infancy even into the era of manhood.

His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his

daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs

through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

Nature

says,

he

is

my

creature,

and

maugre

all

his

impertinent

griefs, he shall be glad with me.

Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season

yields

its

tribute

of

delight;

for

every

hour

and

change

corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind,

from breathless noon to grimmest midnight.

Nature

is

a

setting

that

fits

equally

well

a

comic

or

a

mourning

piece.

In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue.

Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under

a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence