The Swamp

Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)
American Transcendentalist Poet and Philosopher

Thoreau’s  appreciation for the swamp

. . . I enter a swamp as a sacred place,– a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature. The wild-wood covers the virgin mould [sic],– and the same soil is good for men and for trees. A man’s health requires as many acres of meadow to his prospect as his farm does loads of muck. There are the strong meats on which he feeds. A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it. A township where one primitive forest waves above while another primitive forest rots below, –such a town is fitted to raise not only corn and potatoes, but poets and philosophers for the coming ages

Thoreau, Henry David. Walking Boston/Cambridge: Applewood Books, 1987.

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