Tag: Walt Whitman

Nov 09

Walt Whitman: The Sea

To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim–the rocks–the motion of the waves–the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there? – Walt Whitman  

Nov 08

November Sky

  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, …

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