December 21, 2006

Love, Walt Whitman.


Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and
of every moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the
shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again and
nod to me and shout, and laughingly dash with your
hair.

Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
(lines 1225 -1230)

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