The Art of Forestry

I saw a Chinese man in Rome. To him all the buildings

Of former and present times seamed to be tiresome and heavy.

Oh he sighs, poor people! I hope they will understand,

How in some future time fine wooden columns will carry

 the roof’s tent.

And that the educated eye’s sensitive sense will be delighted

Only by slats, felts, and golden ornaments.

Look, at that moment, I thought too see mentally one of these

dreamers,

Who compares his aerial web with solid nature’s eternal

carpet,

Who calls the pure healthy one sick

In order that he himself, the sick one , will be called healthy.

GOETHE

 

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