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Gacked from marinwood

When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

When I heard at the close of the day how my name
had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that follow'd;
And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd,
still I was not happy;
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,
refresh'd, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear
in the morning light,
When I wander'd alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way
coming, O then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter—and all that day my food
nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well,
And the next came with equal joy—and with the next, at evening,
came my friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly
continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me,
whispering, to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover
in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined
toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.

When I heard at the close of the day - Walt Whitman


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 17th, 2004 05:16 pm (UTC)
Até q eh uma boa ideia postar um poemazinho... c tá inspiradérrima hein muié!
Oct. 17th, 2004 11:36 pm (UTC)
Eu adoro esse poema, Roberta, é tão Beecher/Keller, LOL
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