Poetry Friday: Night, Sleep, Death & Stars

A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson
                     done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the
                     themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

A rather spare poem for Whitman, but one beautiful in its simplicity.

A chilly, gloomy start to the Lunar New Year, I’m hoping everyone doing lion dances and all are wearing silk thermals beneath their costumes! The ceremonies here in Glasgow are all safely INDOORS. Brrr. More heart-warming if not body-warming poetry can be found with my bud Gina at AmoXcalli.

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  1. I may have to borrow that opening line when I’m ready to replace the tagline on my blog. 🙂

    I agree, it’s less expansive, more evocative, than what I think of as typical for Whitman. Really beautiful.

  2. “Night, Sleep, Death & Stars” is so evocative.

    Kinda like that old album by the Godfathers: “Birth, School, Work, Death”

    What they have in common: four monosyllabic words that embody much bigger ideas, one of which is death. I like the Whitman’s doesn’t end with death, but with stars.

  3. I wish I would have read that last night just before falling asleep!

    Happy New Year! (I love saying that as many times as possible — school year, lunar year, solstice, calendar, anniversary…you name it!)

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