Friday, May 31, 2019

Two Hundred Years

And how I was not palpable once but am now ... and was born
           on the last day of May 1819  .... and passed from a babe
           in the creeping trance of three summers and three winters
           to articulate and walk .... all are equally wonderful.

And that I grew six feet high .... and that I have become a man
           thirty-six years old in 1855 .... and that I am here anyhow ....
           are all equally wonderful;
And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other
           without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see
           each other, is every bit as wonderful.

                                             Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855)

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