A Clear Midnight
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 -
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 -
Labels: Walt Whitman
posted by luisa brehm at 12:27 AM
4 Comments:
So poetic. Wish I can find more moments like that..
Thanks for your kind comment at my blog - hope you sleapt well with good dreams? :-))
I like this one too, Luisa :) I've missed out a lot! I like your cat family illustration very much as well....hugs!!!!!! :)
away from art? that is crazy talk right there. ;-)
To sleep, perchance to dream...
Este poema fascina-me !!
Como todo o Walt ...
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