Raritan River Week!

New Jersey, reflections of sycamore trees in Lamington River, tributary of Upper Raritan River
New Jersey, reflections of sycamore trees in Lamington River, tributary of Upper Raritan River

We love the Raritan River!

Celebrate RARITAN RIVER WEEK
April 16-30, 2016!

Check out the events page for rain barrel workshops, nature walks, stream cleanups, composting/gardening sessions and more for people of all ages to enjoy! There’s also a great list of resources for the region which includes maps of parks and protected areas, a book list, and lesson plans for teachers.

Did you know that there’s a Quarterly publication called Raritan too?Raritan offers writers and readers the opportunity for sustained reflection and aesthetic pleasure, uncluttered by academic jargon. Founded in 1981 by the distinguished literary critic Richard Poirier, and supported by Rutgers University, Raritan aims to reach the common reader in everyone and to provide a particular experience of reading, one that nurtures an engaged and questioning approach to cultural texts of all sorts: literary, artistic, political, historical, sociological, even scientific.”

USA: New Jersey, Raritan River Basin
USA: New Jersey, Raritan River Basin

đź’¦ A Flow of Holiday Thoughts…

We wish you the Magic of water, the Rhythm of rivers and the Joy of friends and family on our riverbanks!

Giraffe and Maasai cross Amboseli Lake in a mirage.
Giraffe and Maasai cross Amboseli Lake in a mirage.

“THE RIVER SPEAKS”  – Poem by Gene Lindberg

Down from the mountains of eternal snow
The streams come tumbling, joining as they flow
To send a river winding toward the sea.
I listen, and the river speaks to me.
It tells of meadows on a thirsty plain;
Of gardens blooming where there is no rain;
Of mighty cities built upon its banks;
Of living things that owe the river thanks.
The waters speak to me, and hurry on,
Eager to come and eager to be gone.
Almost it seems as if the river knew,
How many things there are for it to do.
Sometimes it pauses,
to lay up a store of liquid wealth in lake and reservoir,
Then leaps a dam and hastens on again,
Turning a wheel to light the homes of men.
The river speaks, and deserts cease to be;
Wide fields grow green, and ships go down to the sea,
I hear the water singing as it goes:
“Let life go on, because the river flows.”

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East Africa, Kenya, Nairobi, Langata, Hog Ranch, cracked, dry earth MR

“The fate of animals is…indissolubly connected with
the fate of men.”
– Émile Zola

Posted by Jasmine Graf, Associate Director of No Water No Life.

An Afternoon Haiku For You!

on one riverbank
sunbeams slanting
down…but on
the other…raindrops
– buson

A haiku to celebrate Nat’l Wildlife Week March 17-23! This year’s theme is wildlife + WATER!

the floating heron
pecks at it
till it shatters…
full moon on water
– zuiryu

– Posted by Jasmine Graf, NWNL Associate Director

I Am RED – a must see video poem

The Colorado River —
The Most Endangered River in America 2013

I have run these canyons for six million years.

I have traveled from the Rocky Mountains to the deserts, through scorching heat, and freezing cold. 

From the land of the dinosaurs to fields of food.

I lend my hand to seven states, two countries, nine National Parks and 36 million people across an arid west.

I am not the strongest or the largest, but I am the hardest working.

People love me, my playfulness, my beauty, my power, my life.

But I don’t think I can offer any more.

I am tired, tapped and tied.

Of the hundreds of major rivers in the world, I am one of the few who no longer kisses the sea.

Battles to harness my soul have been won and lost.

Use me wisely and I will sustain you.

Use me like you have and I will break.

My name is Red.

The Grand River, Red.

The American Nile.

The Canyon Maker.

I am the Colorado River.

And I am the most endangered river in America.

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Directed and written by Pete McBride Productions.
Cinematography: Pete McBride, Ron Chapple, Skip Armstrong, Kontent Films.
Still Imagery: Pete McBride
Voices: Duke Beardsley, Alma del Rio.

– Posted by Jasmine Graf, NWNL Associate Director

I Was Made Erect and Lone

USA-Minnesota, Itasca State Park (Headwaters of the Mississippi River)
USA-Minnesota, Itasca State Park (Headwaters of the Mississippi River)

I Was Made Erect and Lone

I was made erect and lone

And within me is the bone

Still my vision will be clear

Still my life will not be drear

To the center all is near

Where I sit there is my throne…

 

Poem by Henry David Thoreau

A Rivers Poem for the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington

On NWNL’s Upper and Mid-Mississippi River Expedition this spring in Alton Illinois, we saw the following 1926 poem featured in signage at the National Great Rivers Museum (a Melvin Price Locks and Dam Rivers Project run by the US Army Corps of Engineers)

Louisiana: New Orleans, Jackson Square, African-American male string-bass player, December © Alison M. Jones
Louisiana: New Orleans, Jackson Square, African-American male string-bass player, December © Alison M. Jones

“The Negro Speaks of Rivers”

by Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967)   A poet, novelist and playwright, Langston Hughes portrayed African-American life from the 1920’s-1960’s. His work reflected dialects and jazz rhythms and he was a leader in the 1920’s Harlem Renaissance.

 

I’ve known rivers:

I’ve known rivers ancient as the world

And older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans,

And I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Mississippi River, Lansing, Iowa © Alison M. Jones
Mississippi River, Lansing, Iowa © Alison M. Jones