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theparisreview: Nature harbors no opinions;it is we who think of her.We make sentience of her indifference, and we communicateby engineering, adjectives, and awesomeviolence. When I arrive at the island, my soulwill harbor no opinions.I’ll stop my car where sea-air and sand-lightbecome one perception,all the world my affections, stitched together by a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,and a drawbridge open in prayer. —Alan Michael Parker, from “The Island”Art Credit Margarita Georgiadis

theparisreview:

Nature harbors no opinions;
it is we who think of her.
We make sentience

of her indifference, and we communicate
by engineering, adjectives, and awesome
violence. When I arrive

at the island, my soul
will harbor no opinions.
I’ll stop my car

where sea-air and sand-light
become one perception,
all the world my affections, stitched together

by a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,
and a drawbridge open in prayer.

—Alan Michael Parker, from “The Island”
Art Credit Margarita Georgiadis