WALT WHITMAN – LEAVES OF GRASS 1860
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
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.
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
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.
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