Nov 08

November Sky

Geese

 

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line 238

 

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