Thursday, September 30, 2010

Walt Whitman's poems are old yet progressive; he was the pioneer back in the old days, of the new, I feel. His poems ring with the eternal, that which is the core of every human being, and that, about his poems, is what makes your heart flutter in your chest. His poems are fluid, naked and erotic. Flushing and beating.

Sometimes with One I Love

by Walt Whitman

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I
effuse unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is
certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not
return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Among the Multitude

by Walt Whitman

Among the men and women, the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else—not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,
any nearer than I am;
Some are baffled—But that one is not—that one knows me.

Ah, lover and perfect equal!
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.