Sunday, August 30, 2009

BitterGrace has returned

It was good to go away and it's good to be back. I love my home, but sometimes there is nothing more pleasurable than leaving it.

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

From "Song of the Open Road," by Walt Whitman. Read the complete poem at Poetry Foundation.

Luna und ihre Kinder 1480. Image from Wikimedia Commons.


chayaruchama said...

Nice to see you, darlin'.

God, I adore Whitman.
His face alone puts me in raptures.
Between his physical and his literary attributes, I could keep busy for days.

BitterGrace said...

Hey, Chaya--it's nice to see you, too.

I haven't always loved Whitman, but his voice has become precious to me lately.

Perfumeshrine said...

Welcome back!

Hope you finished your projects and rested a bit too! Nice to see you back :-)

Perfumeshrine said...

PS. Whitman and "precious" remind me of a quote of his about smells....was it sweat he was talking about? I think so!! ;-)

BitterGrace said...

Hi, E--I can't think of a particular quote, but Whitman was awfully fond of sweat, especially in "Song of Myself."

Anonymous said...

Good to see you back, Maria! What a good timing...I needed to read that, thanks so much!