{"id":163797,"date":"2020-07-06T12:01:11","date_gmt":"2020-07-06T11:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=163797"},"modified":"2020-06-29T07:19:45","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T06:19:45","slug":"henry-david-thoreau-12-jul-1817-6-may-1862-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2020\/07\/henry-david-thoreau-12-jul-1817-6-may-1862-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Henry David Thoreau (12 Jul 1817 \u2013 6 May 1862)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Henry David Thoreau (Daguerreotype by Benjamin D. Maxham, 1856)<\/p><\/div>\n

Henry David Thoreau was a complex man of many talents who worked hard to shape his craft and his life, seeing little difference between them. Born in 1817<\/a>, one of his first memories was of staying awake at night \u201clooking through the stars to see if I could see God behind them.\u201d One might say he never stopped looking into nature for ultimate Truth.<\/p>\n

Henry grew up very close to his older brother John, who taught school to help pay for Henry\u2019s tuition at Harvard. While there, Henry read a small book by his Concord neighbor, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature<\/em><\/a>, and in a sense he never finished exploring its ideas \u2014 although always definitely on his own terms, just as he explored everything! He\u00a0and his brother taught school for a while but in 1842, John cut himself while shaving and died of lockjaw in his brother\u2019s arms, an untimely death which traumatized the 25 year old Henry. He\u00a0worked for several years as a surveyor <\/a>and making pencils <\/a>with his father, but at the age of 28 in 1845, wanting to write his first book, he went to Walden pond and built his cabin on land owned by Emerson<\/p>\n

While at Walden, Thoreau did an incredible amount of reading and writing, yet he also spent much time \u201csauntering\u201d in nature. He gave a lecture and was imprisoned briefly for not paying his poll tax, but mostly he wrote a book as a memorial to a river trip he had taken with his brother, A\u00a0Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Thoreau Walden Pond – Credit Library of Congress<\/p><\/div>\n

After two years (and two months), Thoreau returned to Concord \u2014 a bare two miles away which he had visited frequently during his stay at the pond, having completed his experiment in living and his book. Unfortunately, few people were interested in purchasing his book, so he spent the next nine years, surveying and making pencils at times but primarily writing and rewriting (creating seven full drafts) Walden<\/em><\/a> before trying to publish it. He\u00a0supported himself by surveying and making a few lectures, often on his experience at Walden pond.<\/p>\n

Many readers mistake Henry\u2019s tone in Walden and other works, thinking he was a cranky hermit. That was far from the case, as one of his young neighbors <\/a>and Edward Emerson<\/a> attest. He found greater joy in his daily life than most people ever would.<\/p>\n

He\u00a0traveled often, to the Maine woods and to Cape Cod several times, and was particularly interested in the frontier and Indians. He\u00a0opposed the government for waging the Mexican war (to extend slavery) eloquently in Resistance to Civil Government,<\/em><\/a> based on his brief experience in jail; he lectured against slavery in an abolitionist lecture, Slavery in Massachusetts.<\/em><\/a> He\u00a0even supported John Brown\u2019s efforts to end slavery after meeting him in Concord, as in A\u00a0Plea for Captain John Brown.<\/em> <\/a><\/p>\n

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A statue of Henry David Thoreau in front of a reproduction of his cabin at the Walden Pond Reservation in Concord, Mass.
(Photo by John Tlumacki\/The Boston Globe via Getty Images)<\/p><\/div>\n

Thoreau died of tuberculosis in 1862, at the age of 44. His last words were said to be \u201cMoose\u201d and \u201cIndian.\u201d Not only did he leave his two books and numerous essays, but he also left a huge Journal<\/em> <\/a>, published later in 20 volumes, which may have been his major work-in-progress. Many memorials were penned by his friends, including Emerson\u2019s eulogy<\/a> and Louisa May Alcott\u2019s poem, \u201cThoreau\u2019s Flute.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

Over the years, Thoreau\u2019s reputation has been strong, although he is often cast into roles \u2014 the hermit in the wilderness, the prophet of passive resistance (so dear to Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King) \u2014 that he would have surely seen as somewhat alien. His work is so rich, and so full of the complex contradictions that he explored, that his readers keep reshaping his image to fit their own needs. Perhaps he would have appreciated that, for he seems to have wanted most to use words to force his readers to rethink their own lives creatively, different though they may be, even as he spent his life rethinking his, always asking questions, always looking to nature for greater intensity and meaning for his life.<\/p>\n

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\u2026it represents Henry just as he was in that summer\u2026\u201d said Eben J. Loomis of this 1854 portrait of Thoreau (by Samuel Worcester Rowse).<\/p><\/div>\n

Biographical Readings:<\/strong><\/p>\n