MILF HUNTRESS

Live

(awake)

Dream

(awake)

Eat

(awake)

Breathe

(awake)

Then

 self

pain

empty

fear

Now

love

hope

joy

strength

EXISTENCE

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.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

Madame Librarian has just discovered Walt Whitman.  It is as if a whole new world has opened up for me.  I would give you a link, but this man’s work is not to be read sitting in front of an internet screen.  It is to be read sitting outside in the green grass on a gentle summer’s day.  Or cozied up next to the hearth on a harsh winter’s night.  In the beginning was the word….