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2 Excerpts from Walt Whitman's
07:04 Mar 25 2008
Times Read: 1,214






I read this poem several nights ago and I am still wearing parts of it. It is a long read, but profound in places. Thank you, Mr. Whitman.





Here are 2 parts pulled from the whole. They haunt me yet:





1. “Were you thinking that those were the words--those upright lines?

those curves, angles, dots?

No, those are not the words--the substantial words are in the ground

and sea,

They are in the air--they are in you.



Were you thinking that those were the words--those delicious sounds

out of your friends' mouths?

No, the real words are more delicious than they.



Human bodies are words, myriads of words;

In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,

natural, gay,

Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of

shame.





Air, soil, water, fire--these are words;

I myself am a word with them--my qualities interpenetrate with

theirs--my name is nothing to them;

Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would air,

soil, water, fire, know of my name?”







2. “This is a poem--a carol of words--these are hints of meanings,

These are to echo the tones of Souls, and the phrases of Souls;

If they did not echo the phrases of Souls, what were they then?

If they had not reference to you in especial, what were they then?



I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells

the best!

I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold.”

Sate Me
20:28 Mar 07 2008
Times Read: 1,272

I know your gestures.

Every finger twitch and breath

Slake my thirst for you.

Truth Shines
20:23 Mar 07 2008
Times Read: 1,273

You labeled it it love,

But I saw your backlit lies

Just before I smiled.

On Pruning Day
08:25 Mar 06 2008
Times Read: 1,413

My pear tree blossoms

Shrugged off the frost to perfume

Long daydreams of you.

Our Peace...Our Balance
05:41 Mar 06 2008
Times Read: 1,420

"As you are the river valley,

So I am the mountain sky."

Love Breathes For Me
05:42 Mar 03 2008
Times Read: 1,479

Trust is a gift that I treasure in my heart. I know its value and I know its fragile nature. The most beautiful and valuable treasures in the world are often the most delicate. Their beauty will remain only so long as you handle them lovingly and carefully.



I am grateful for friendship above all else, when I feel that I can reveal all of myself and be loved still. If my possessions never measure more than they do now, I know myself to be a rich woman when I am the recipient of selfless love.



I can love so much that it hurts, a hurt deep in my chest in a sweet blissful ache that is my transcendent joy. I want to place my trust, my porcelain heart in strong hands, giving away the power to destroy me, because I believe it will be used instead to cherish me.

All Roads Lead to Home
06:23 Mar 02 2008
Times Read: 1,504

A woman impaled

Along the Via Sacra

Screams behind my eyes.