“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, April 22, 2013

Stealing Walt's Lines

Walt Whitman said it.
“Do I contradict myself?"
I ask the same thing.

Sometimes I am up.
Other times I sure am not.
“I am large,” he said.

The poet explained
he “contained multitudes” and
I guess so do I.


Karen said...

One of my fave Whitman works. The first line says it for me.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself".

Gail said...

My mantra sorta - "I celebrate my freedoms while honoring my limits"
Love Gail

Mary Gerdt said...


The Wheelchair Kamikaze said...

Love this one! It sure is hard to get far from the madding crowd when that crowd lies within…

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, he is an amazing poet.

Gail, kind of interesting, isn’t it? Holding together the riotous variables.

Mary, thanks.

Marc, you nailed it! It is a crowd, noisy, unruly, representative of every stripe of human expression.