Wednesday, June 18, 2008

the themes thou lovest best

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

I love this poem, totally sums up those moments when you're lying awake at night and thinking about life. I love the irony of it, how the formation of the poem contrasts with the point of it.
Beautiful.

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