It rains gently...

"It rains gently from time to time as I walk, but I see a farmer with his boys, John Hosmer, still working in the rain, bent on finishing his planting. He is slowly getting a soaking, quietly dropping manure in the furrows. The rain is good for thought. It is especially agreeable to me as I enter the wood and hear the soothing dripping on the leaves. It domiciliates me in nature. The woods are the more like a house for the rain; the few slight noises sound more hollow in them; the birds hop nearer; the very trees seem still and pensive. The clouds are but a higher roof. The clouds and rain confine me to near objects, the surface of the earth and the trees."

Henry David Thoreau's Journal, May 17, 1858 (Thanks: The Blog of Henry David Thoreau)

Posterity Collection Poll

E' il più recente sondaggio di Norm. Questa volta l'oggetto sono i protagonisti delle arti in cui il genere umano ha dato prova della sua capacità di rendersi immortale. Non ho partecipato al sondaggio perché come al solito ero in giro e oberato che metà basta. Non mi ritrovo particolarmente nei risultati (mancano Dante e Goethe, per esempio, ed è tutto dire mi pare) ma accetto sportivamente il verdetto.