Friday, February 8, 2013

Poetry Friday: Walt Whitman

 Our Poetry Friday host today is Tara at A Teaching Life.


A Clear Midnight
by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, 
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, 
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

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7 comments:

  1. Robyn Hood BlackFebruary 8, 2013 at 10:23 AM

    Gorgeous, Doraine - thanks for sharing!

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  2. Bridget MageeFebruary 8, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    Powerful and poignant poem, Doraine. Thanks for bringing a little Whitman into my Friday! =)

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  3. Andromeda JazmonFebruary 8, 2013 at 1:51 PM

    Wonderful! Lovely pairing of photo with poem.

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  4. skanny17February 8, 2013 at 6:11 PM

    I agree! I have a friend who likes to wake up at midnight to just gaze at the night sky and be alone and quiet in the dark. I dream of this, so your post touched me.
    Janet F.

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  5. Linda BFebruary 8, 2013 at 9:25 PM

    "the day erased, the lesson done"-beautiful Doraine. I am not a Whitman expert, but recognize many of his words; have not seen this. Thanks.

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  6. gaillipeFebruary 11, 2013 at 10:55 AM

    I love this one! It says a lot... Thanks for sharing!

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