Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun....there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand...nor look through the eyes of the dead....nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
I have heard what talkers were talking....the talk of the beggining and the end,
But I do not talk of the beggining or the end.
there was never any more inception than there is now,
Not any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
-Walt Whitman
Every time I read his timeless words I am struck again by something new, all of the other authors and poets that I have loved have been but echos of his simple words. Plumage, however beautiful or drab do not make a bird more or less a bird.
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun....there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand...nor look through the eyes of the dead....nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
I have heard what talkers were talking....the talk of the beggining and the end,
But I do not talk of the beggining or the end.
there was never any more inception than there is now,
Not any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
-Walt Whitman
Every time I read his timeless words I am struck again by something new, all of the other authors and poets that I have loved have been but echos of his simple words. Plumage, however beautiful or drab do not make a bird more or less a bird.
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marieceleste:
Re the Walt Whitman, yes, it is very beautiful, and I so agree with you, simple is almost always the most beautiful. I wonder tho... why does he say Stop this day and night with me?? At first I read it as stop the day, stop the world, exclude all else, in a romantic way, but no, after reading it again I realised that was not it. And then I thought perhaps he is talking about being just still in the moment, experience what is. But why with him? Is it just that he is writing the poem, he had someone in mind, and so it was like a dialogue? Perhaps it is a combination of the two, there is a romantic directive there, one person he was talking to, and he was saying "Just be with me, for this moment right now, and know that this is what the world is." Hmmm. You think?
missshell:
i just am...