ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS
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Posted:Jun 12, 2009 8:49 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:8 am 1867 Views
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I want to share with all of you an extract from my favorite poem by Whitman : Song of myself. A poem who reminds me I'm alive and I'm part of everything in the world. I hope you enjoy it!
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), American poet, essayist, and journalist wrote numerous influential poems including “Song of Myself”. Whitman was an iconoclast, breaking new ground in abandoning rhyme and meter over the use of free verse, in opposition to the structured rigidity of the European poets of the time.First appearing in 1855 when he was thirty-six years of age, Leaves of Grass was Whitman’s self-published collection of twelve poems that he would revise and add to many times during his life.
SONG OF MYSELF
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
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I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,
And you must not be abased to the other.
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 of your valved voice.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart,
And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the 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 worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.
Blessings
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PASSION FOR LIFE
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Posted:Apr 27, 2009 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2010 6:36 am 2136 Views
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[COLOR red]¿WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT PASSION?
¿WHAT IS FIRE WITHOUT AIR?
¿WHAT IS EARTH WITHOUT WATER?[/COLOR]
I ALWAYS THOUGHT LIFE WAS JUST A RANDOMIZED EVENT IN A CHAOTIC UNIVERSE. HOW WRONG I WAS! EXPERIENCES HAVE SHOWED ME THAT LIFE IS A WONDERFUL AND PERFECT HARMONY OF COLOURFUL STRANGE CROSSROADS WHICH LEAD US TO A MIRACLE CALLED LOVE.
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