Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Poem of the Day: 'Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone' by Walt Whitman

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter
      than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the
      sun is risen,
Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living
      sea, to you O sailors!

Frost-mellow'd berries and Third-month twigs offer'd fresh to young
      persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,
Love-buds put before you and within you whoever you are,
Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,
If you bring the warmth of the sun to them they will open and bring
      form, color, perfume, to you,
If you become the aliment and the wet they will become flowers,
      fruits, tall branches and trees.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass 

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