TRIBUTE TO ROD MCKUEN, ON THIS HIS 84TH BIRTHDAY.

WALT WHITMAN  –  LEAVES OF GRASS 1860

 

TO YOU

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me,

and desire to speak to me,

why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you

 

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O TAN-FACED   PRAIRIE-BOY

O Tan-Faced prairie-boy!

Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift;

Praises and presents came, and nourishing food-

till at last among the recruits,

You came, taciturn, with nothing to give-

we but look’d on each other,

When lo! more than all the gifts

of the world, you gave me.

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MOTHER AND BABE  –  1865

I see the sleeping babe,

nestling the breast of its mother;

The sleeping mother and babe – hush’d,

I study them long and long

 

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A PRAIRIE SUNSET    –    November Boughs 1888

Shot gold, maroon and violet,

dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,

The earth’s whole amplitude

and Nature’s multoform power

consign’d for once to colors;

The light, the general air possess’d by them –

colors till now unknown,

No limit. confine – not the Western sky alone –

the high meridian –

North, South, all,

Pure luminous color fighting the silent

shadows to the last.

 

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Tribute to the Memory of the Poet Rod McKuen whose Birthday falls Today, April 29,  his favourite Poet was Walt Whitman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks to “Spoken Word” Read by Tom Bedlam

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