1: Herman Melville, from a letter to Hawthorne:
This “all” feeling, though, there is some truth in it. You must often have felt it, lying on the grass on a warm summer’s day. Your legs seem to send out shoots into the earth. Your hair feels like leaves upon your head.
2. Giuseppe Arcimboldo’s Winter:
3: Jean Giono, Joy of Man’s Desiring:
They say that man is made of cells and blood. But in fact he is like foliage: not pressed together in a mass, but composed of separate images like the leaves on the branches of the trees and through which the wind must pass in order to sing.