solitaire
Yet, O my soul supreme!
Know’st thou the joys
of pensive thought?
Joys of the free and
lonesome heart—
the tender, gloomy heart?
Joy of the solitary walk—
the spirit bowed yet proud—
the suffering and the struggle?
The agonistic throes,
the extasies—
joys of the solemn musings, day or night?
walt whitman
leaves of grass
1900
(genjiro ito,1901;
shotei hiroaki, 1930;
toulouse-lautrec, 1892;
henri boutet 1895)
Labels: genjiro ito, henri boutet, poetry, shotei hiroaki, toulouse-lautrec, walt whitman
posted by lotusgreen at 3:06 AM
2 Comments:
Ah yes, but in a totally different part of Leaves of Grass Whitman also wrote:
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?"
It's hard to tell when it is OK to interrupt that solitary walk. No point in looking for consistency from Whitman. Elsewhere he wrote:
Do I contadict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself.
I am large, I contain multitudes.
thanks david. such a great poem. i thought the passage i selected went with the pictures in this post rather well.
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