Sunday, July 24, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Thruster Holding Me Tight
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night;
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close barebosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of the south winds! Night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! ...
Prodigal! you have given me love! .... therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love!
Thruster holding me tight and that I hold tight!
We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other. ...
Walt Whitman,
from Song of Myself
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close barebosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of the south winds! Night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! ...
Prodigal! you have given me love! .... therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love!
Thruster holding me tight and that I hold tight!
We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other. ...
Walt Whitman,
from Song of Myself
Friday, July 15, 2005
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