Thursday, November 18, 2010
Continuities by Walt Whitman...
I received this poem from The Academy of American Poets' Poem-A-Day Series in an email last Sunday. It was just the right verse for that day, and I find myself going back to it again and again...
by Walt Whitman
(From a talk I had lately with a German spiritualist)
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse they brain.
Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.