Saturday, April 21, 2007

A Clear Midnight



This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson
done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

walt whitman

( Add saltwater and dreams of love, to my soul's list of things beloved.)

7 comments:

it's the little things... said...

I love this blog! And Whitman...and everything else you write about..

Arcturus said...

I second what Little Things just said.

jane said...

Whitman. Could you speak any closer to me?

fifi said...

hello, jane,

twin of my soul,

brighton swim sounds luscious, I can't wait...
stay there and wait for me.

little thing/arcturus,
thanks,and same to you both.

Sharad Mathur said...

lovely thoughts!
nice post :)

sharad

Princess Banter said...

Add saltwater and dreams of love, to my soul's list of things beloved --> this is absolute genius! I love it... it's beautiful...

aPugsLife-laserone said...

Beautiful! :)