by Walt Whitman
published in The New York Herald, May 10, 1888
Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms;
Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.
Another poem by Whitman on Letters from a Hill Farm here.
One of my favourite poets. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI've never been too sure about Whitman - though I like that line about the exhaustless freshness - but I do love your photographs, and this one in particular. Such wonderful greens!
ReplyDeleteWalt Whitman knew what he was talking about! What a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteMonix, I need to read more Whitman. I loved this so much.
ReplyDeleteKatherine, I haven't read him enough to have an opinion, but I do love this poem. I agree, those words are excellent, as well as 'aspiring' lilac bushes. Just perfect. Thank you for your kind words. And I wanted you to know, I just bought Troll Fell!
Sherri, isn't it just wonderful!
I'm not a huge fan of Whitman . . . too much of a good thing sometimes . . . but I love, love, love this photo of him. I have a postcard of it that I sometimes use as a bookmark. Such expressive eyes.
ReplyDeleteJ.G., I read somewhere that it was his favorite picture of himself. I so love it, as you do.
ReplyDeleteI'm very touched you bought my book, Nan - I do hope you will enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteKatherine, I'm sure I will!!
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