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song of myself
song of myself
i feel a bit disheartened. i'm sure some of it is the long day i had at work. i love my job but sometimes the frustrations seem to overwhelm me. i have felt this before, it passes but sometimes you can't help feeling that it won't ever get any better than it is at the moment. if change doesn't come in this year, then i will look for something else.
i also am not quite understanding how i felt about czeslaw milosz today. so odd. anyways, i checked out another poem which i loved at the same time and i still do so i guess it can't be all bad. had i stopped liking this then i really would have been worried.
from Song of Myself
I know I have the best of time and space–and that I was never measured, and never will be measured.
I tramp a perpetual journey,
My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff cut from the woods;
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, nor church nor philosophy;
I lead no man to a dinner-table or library or exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooks you round the waist,
My right hand points to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far . . . . it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born; and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
Shoulder your duds, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth;
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me;
For after we start we never lie by again.
This day before dawn I ascended a hill and looked at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my spirit, When we become the enfolders of those orbs and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
You are also asking me questions, and I hear you;
I answer that I cannot answer. . . . you must find out for yourself.
Sit awhile wayfarer.
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my goodbye kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.
Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again and nod to me and shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
image - les pommes by cezanne
music - bruce springsteen, streets of philadelphia
10/6/2005 1:42 am
Just stopped by to say Hi!|
To do is to be. -Descartes
To be is to do. -Voltaire
Do be do be do. -Frank Sinatra
10/7/2005 1:27 pm
i love him too biggirlz. |
hello stranger. i knew there was a deep side to you albert.
and nip, you probabably have had, and just didnt recognise them.