| Friends Only Comment to be Added |
[9pm on 12/1/05] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
contemplative |
] |
Spontaneous me, nature
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder
The hillside whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash
The same late in autumn, the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple,
and light and dark green
. . .
. . .
Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers
and the climbing sap
Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love,
breasts of love,
Bellies press’d and glued together with love
Both excerpts from Spontaneous Me by Walt Whitman
From the book Leaves of Grass
|
|