Correspondences . . .

“La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.”

(Charles Baudelaire, “Correspondances.”)

“Nature is a temple whose living pillars
Sometimes give forth a babel of words;
Man wends his way through forests of symbols
Which look at him with their familiar glances.”

(Translated in Benjamin, Walter. Illuminations. Trans. Harry Zohn)