A Correspondence

John Cowper Powys, A Glastonbury Romance:

Nothing was negligible to this despiser of the sun once he was out-of-doors. There was no weed that lacked interest for him. But it was not a merely scientific interest, still less was it an aesthetic one. The master-current of the man's passionate West-country nature found in a thousand queer, little, unattractive objects, such as mouldering sticks, casual heaps of stones, discolored funguses on tree roots, dried-up cattle droppings, old posts with rusty nailheads, tree stumps with hollow places full of muddy rainwater, an expression of itself that wide-stretching horizons failed to afford.

And George Oppen, "World, World—":

Failure, worse failure, nothing seen
From prominence,
Too much seen in the ditch.