Thursday, May 15, 2014

5361. SPLENDID THE ISOLATION

SPLENDID THE ISOLATION
Reading Walt Whitman on a train. Just why?
The long litany of everything, I am handling it
well   - baker, steamship captain, wagoner,
Southerner, Yankee, father, mother, farmer,
comrade, boatman, coalman...' Together it
all goes on and I wonder today would it say:
'entrepreneur, start-up pioneer, webmaster
and that.' Even weeds, I daresay, grow tired.
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I am reading Walt Whitman on a train and I
don't not know why, cannot fathom. It seems
instead to me  -  pick a life, and life it, and do
it quietly. 'Others will see the islands large and
small; Fifty years hence, others will see them 
as they cross, the sun half an hour high.'
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Even weeds, I daresay, grow tired now.

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