Monday, September 28, 2009

The Poet

The Poet

A moody child and wildly wise
Pursued the game with joyful eyes,
Which chose, like meteors, their way,
And rived the dark with private ray:
They overleapt the horizon's edge,
Searched with Apollo's privilege;
Through man, and woman, and sea, and star,
Saw the dance of nature forward far;
Through worlds and races, and terms, and times,
Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, Second Series, 1844

"I absorb it all."

Walt Whitman

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