Tin-glazed earthenware plate found in a London sewer
(England, 1661). Creator unknown.
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Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four,
and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God,
and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropped in the street — and everyone is sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are,
for I know that whereso'er I go
Others will punctually come forever and ever.
—Walt Whitman
Song of Myself, Leaves of Grass
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And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
—Pablo Neruda
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I and this mystery; here we stand.
—Walt Whitman
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