Julianne Kanzaki July 25, 2017 How I Go To the Woods. Julianne Kanzaki July 25, 2017 “Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.” — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems