for kleinbl00 in a slantwise kind of way
I recently read Eye of the Needle by Ken Follett. It's spectacular. All this stuff reminded me a lot of how he describes the island, which starts on PP. 50. For a book about Nazi spyhunters during WWII, I gotta say it's pretty girl friendly. You might like it. (Yes I finally got to this)
ref - wonderful article and great poems. I would like to talk more about your choices but I am struck by your final question We are surrounded by weather and landscape. Weather and landscape create moods as effectively as music. If we are bent towards interpreting symbolism, weather and landscape add depth, atmosphere, and meaning to poems and dreams. Weather: fog, sun, rain -- sun can be bright and sunny or scorching and arid. The Hollow Men comes to mind - a poem full of weather and landscape: and the unforgettable opening lines of Dante's Inferno: In the middle of our lives, I found myself in a wood so dark, the way ahead was blotted out. so much to read, share, and discuss and so little time.What do forests mean, I wonder? What about swamps?
The forest is the place where we find ourselves, stopping, going, choosing: -- "Two roads diverging in a single wood" or "Whose woods are these I think I know." There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
If it seems difficult in the woods, you sure don't want to find yourself in the poetic jungle: Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
Kipling Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.