Walt Whitman, born May 31, 1819
a variation on a ghazal
Leaves of Grass
I have gained age, and lost Self, among the leaves of grass
Sought refuge and rejuvenation among the leaves of grass
I ran and wrestled, in youth, among the leaves of grass
Pitched and batted and caught among the leaves of grass
My mother's perspicacious gift to me was Leaves of Grass
Electrified, I was, by songs I read among the leaves of grass
My love and I held hands in Lincoln Park among the leaves of grass
Oblivious, lost, as we were, in each other, among the leaves of grass
My love and I came to live and work among the leaves of grass
Build a home and raise our children among the leaves of grass
My children found their way among the leaves of grass
Now seek their way, no longer among the leaves of grass
I counted season by births and deaths among the leaves of grass
Clouds parted, sunlight filled my soul, among the leaves of grass
Tractors circled fields, making hay, among the leaves of grass
Swallows by the score came to feast above the leaves of grass
Something precious slipped away among the leaves of grass
Work’s relentlessness wearied me among the leaves of grass
I learned to hush, and listen, as I rode among the leaves of grass
Heard horses’ chuff and breezes’ song among the leaves of grass
Solitude and self-reliance came to me among the leaves of grass
Loneliness, doubt, and fear came too, among the leaves of grass
My love and I still walk hand in hand among the leaves of grass
Recount the past, gaze ahead, pause, among the leaves of grass
I have learned all and nothing among the leaves of grass
Carry no certainties, but one, among the leaves of grass
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2021-05-31 at 15:45
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