That Inward Eye (Paperback)

Sometimes life is sustained by those inward, pervading loves that make sense of existence: Nature distilled in a single flower, complete acceptance in the eyes of a horse or a dog, or a sudden connection with the universe when the leaves of trees move in unseen air at sunset. All of these and more--the ironies of history, the human heritage of geography, forgotten memories of childhood--collide and melt into something called poetry--into something that, as Wordsworth said in "The Daffodils," is "the bliss of solitude."