In the National Parks: The Poetry of Yosemite

Yosemite National Park, California

Pulmano image

(photo by Jordan Pulmano)

Homer Yosemite image

(Photo by Casey Homer)

Waiting to-night for the moon to rise

O’er the cliffs that narrow Yosemite’s skies;

Waiting for darkness to melt away

In the silver light of a midnight day;

Waiting, like one in a waking dream,

I stand alone by the rushing stream.

Alone, in a temple vast and grand,

With spire and turret on every hand;

A world’s cathedral, with walls sublime,

Chiselled and carved by the hand of Time;

And over all heaven’s crowning dome,

Whence gleam the beacon-lights of home.

(Excerpt from The Yosemite by Wallace Bruce)

Yosemite image by Homer

(photo by Casey Homer)

Vernal Falls

Yosemite National Park

(photo by Cam Adams)

Down from the Heavens

I come

tumbling

a galaxy of falling stars

a million white-winged doves

love weaves a daisy chain

rainbows of melting snows

ice to mist

winging

singing to the craggy steep

leaping to my emerald deep

pool

cool in granite fold

I am the song of the world

a moment old.

(Lyn Littlefield Hoopes)

Pirrkle image of Yosemite

(Photo by Nathan Pirkle)

Piche Yosemite image

(photo by Claude Piche)

 

A scene sublime is here disclos’d

Mountain and vale, with streams between;

A verdurous garden, far outspread,

With drooping woods of living green;

And the Sierras snow-clad crest

With all their plumy pine-trees drest.

The tourist, lost in wonder, looks

O’er mountain ranges white and vast,

Crown’d with the everlasting snows,

Swept by the fierce, tempestuous blast.

(excerpt fromΒ The Yosemite Valley by Isaac McClellan)

 

Homer Yosemite image

(Image by Casey Homer)

 

Beat! beat! beat!

We advance, but would retreat

From this restless, broken breast

Of the earth in a convulsion.

We would rest, but dare not rest,

For the angel of expulsion

From this Paradise below

Waves run onward and . . . we go.

(Excerpt from Yosemite by Joaquin Miller)

 

 

 

Joudrey Yosemite image

(Image by Christian Joudrey)

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9 Responses to In the National Parks: The Poetry of Yosemite

  1. pjlazos says:

    Beautiful photos and poetry!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. You’re recent posts on national parks are making me very happy and very nostalgic. It’s been ages since I’ve been to Yosemite. I feel a return trip coming on…

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Very beautiful images and loving continuity of words and phrasing!!πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Nothing can compare to the beauty of Mother Nature.
    Thanks for the follow πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Henry Lewis says:

    An excellent series of posts Ken. Sorry I missed them previously.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Daniel Hivrenko says:

    Park of Emotions
    Daniel Hivrenko

    The silky Leaves gyrate and sail
    The universe seems to prevail
    It
    grows inside me, spark by spark
    The sublime Prospect of the park
    The blue and glacial lake that lay
    And in my mind, nothing to say
    And through the Grove, the leaking light
    Tis was but not, an enchanting sight
    And the sierras snow-clad crest
    With all their plumy pine-trees dressed
    Mountain and Vale, with Streams between;
    With drooping Woods of living green
    The tourist, lost in wonder, gapes
    The Panorama, now inscapes
    The views, feat as a
    remedy
    This staggering Park, is called Yosemite

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