Thursday, August 3, 2017

from Song of Myself


Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and joy and
knowledge that pass all the art and argument of the earth;

And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own,

And that all the men ever born are also my brothers ... and the women my sisters and lovers,

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 wormfence, and heaped stones, and elder and mullen and pokeweed.

–Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass


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