Poets of the Woods

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
—Emily Dickinson

In her poem, Emily Dickinson enumerated some of the splendid things that she can remember about nature: the hills, the crickets, and the sea. She went on to describe the futility of humans when compared to the striking beauty resting in its plainness, “Nature is what we know / Yet have no art to say.” The exhibition, “Poets of the Woods”, gathers works of artists as they pay homage to the natural world. Each sculpture and canvas contains the magical and yet sensible presence of being one with what the planet holds. Hence, we must remember that today, we are faced with the truth that we are now in the Anthropocene — a geological age viewed as the epoch where human influence and intervention has been the significant impact to the Earth’s geology, climate, and ecosystems. This means that all of our actions are permanently marked in the environment, leaving its untouched grandeur with bruises, perhaps, irreparable ones. “Poets of the Woods” attempts to make us consider these actions: to lend a verse or two to the trees, flowers, bodies of water, and air that all continue to cradle us. Here, we look again at the imagined and actual moments of humanity when we are one with the royal prowess of nature. As with one of William Shakespeare’s seminal work, “As You Like It”, we are told that:

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones,
and good in everything.”