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Poem for Saturday, At Eternity's Gate, Brookside Flowers 
Saturday, 2nd March 2019 12:39 am

Song of Myself, Section 21
By Walt Whitman

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

I chant the chant of dilation or pride,
We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,
I show that size is only development.

Have you outstript the rest? are you the President?
It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom'd night—press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.

Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow'd earth—rich apple-blossom'd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.

Prodigal, you have given me love—therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love.


As predicted, we woke to snow on Friday, but it really only stuck to the grass, trees, and cars -- the roads were clear and sidewalks mostly so. I took a walk early to take photos of the winter flowers in snow, then I came home and did some writing until after lunchtime, when I went to the park. I did one Dialga raid after Niantic got their act together and stopped putting Palkia in, but it was already dark.

Paul has a cold, so we skipped dinner with my parents so as not to infect them, though my mother brought soup since it's supposed to cure everything. We watched At Eternity's Gate, the gorgeous Van Gogh biopic by Julian Schnabel with Willem Dafoe, in which Arles is practically a character and made me want to go back! From Brookside Gardens, some conservatory color:







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