I've not read "Song of Myself" in its entirety, but I'm prone to think it wouldn't be too bad of an endeavor. Here are the first few lines:
"I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Makes me think of what Wendell Berry said about loafing--that it leads to conversation.
Happy, snowy Thursday!
I'll have to write more later about my powderpuff football adventures of Tuesday. I've been buried beneath end-of-term grading (completely my own fault) and I'm now beginning to resurface. Breathe.
1 comment:
Ah, don't you just love Whitman? I think I need to dust off my copy of Leaves of Grass and get reacquainted. :)
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