On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
of the universes and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in
different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the
brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any
globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
Gorgeous poem, Hille!
ReplyDeleteI agree 100%
ReplyDeleteOutstanding Whitman! I really need to read more of his work. I think I'll make my half-read copy of 'Leaves of Grass" my summer companion for a week!
ReplyDeleteI really like the music too... the beginning reminded me of something by Brecht/Weil until it broke off into a 'playful' modern groove.
BTW.... and amazing synchronicity too! (((wink)))
Thank you Hille!
Much Metta!
"The Leaves of Grass" was the first poetry book that I got inspiration from when young, Whitman will always have a special place in my heart. A truly free spirit!
ReplyDeleteThanks Markus, and I do love the synchronicities too!
Much metta to you, always!