And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence ,heap'd stones,elder,mullein and loke-weed.
...
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge
that pass all the argument of the earth
...
Walt Whitman
extracted from : "Song of Myself V"
Loafe with me on the grass,loose the stop from your throat,
Not words ,not music or rhyme I want,
Not custom or lecture,not even the best,
Only the lull I like,the hum hum of your valved voice...
Walt Whitman
extracted from "Song of Myself V"
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world,and upon all oppressions and shame,
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves,
Remorseful after deeds done,
I see in low life the mother missused by her children,dying,neglected,gaunt,desperate,
I see the wife misused by her husband,i see the treacherous seducer of young women,
I mark rankings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid,i see these sights on the earth,
I see the working of battle ,pestilence,tyranny,i see martyrs and prisoners,
I observe a famine at sea,I observe the sailers casting lots to see
Who shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest,
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers,the poor,and upon negros,and the like;
All these the meanness and agony without end,I
sitting look out upon ,see,hear ,and am silent.
Poem : Walt Whitman
Image : Tired Eyes by Irene Dominguez Marquez aka Namtaru
